collaredexperimentation:

You Don’t Understand.

-He said simply, Fur standing on end with the hug, loosely hanging in it, until he allowed his limbs to Work. Wrapping back around her, much like a Doll.

A living Doll. With a shallow warm breath, and small twitches from his body before he slowly relaxed-

I am Not a person. And being one is a Horrid thing because I don’t Want to Leave. I don’t Want to never see my owners again. I Don’t Care that it’s wrong how they taught me. It’s Right to me. It’s Fine to me. I let myself into this. I did this to myself.

I don’t Care what you, or anyone else think. This is How I live. This is the only way I know How to live. I’m Too Used to it. I don’t Want to leave. I don’t Want to Hear it. I don’t Want to See it. This is how I was raised. This is how I will Live. And this is How I will Die.

How Dare you say that about Her.

How Dare you say that about someone I Love Rebecca, I was Taught to be Nice. I was Taught to Take things Given to me Gratefully. Take even the worst things, and allow them to slide. Take in what I’m told, Learn what I can even where I am.

She’s Dead anyway.

She’s Up in Heaven where She belongs.

She’s Finally Got her Wings. And I don’t Care what you have to say about How She raised me, She Raised me Right.

Don’t Ever Talk about her like that.

She’s an Angel.

And I Don’t Appreciate you saying such Degrading things about Her. Don’t Ruin my Virgin Ears, Like my Body. Don’t Speak Badly of Her.

This is All I ask.

-He said, using a strangely Firm tone. As if he were going to claw eyes out if she did it again-

This is all I ask of Anyone. Of Them, Of the People who Own me. And Of You. Don’t Ever speak of Her in such Vile ways.

Please Stop.

I am Owned.

I was Paid for.

I was Taken in, and given Food, Shelter, and a Family here.

Even If I lost part of it.

Even though to You, I’m a Person.

To Me I am a Doll, Just like Bonnie and Amy are.

Only Bonnie refuses.

Only Bonnie is a Rebel.

Only Bonnie is full of Hate for Them Now…

“I’m talking about the person who drilled it into your head that you were an object! That is a horrible person and they should be ashamed of themselves!”

“I don’t blame this Bonnie person, I’d hate them too. Whoever treated you like an object is a horrible being.”

The retired champion of Unova gently squeezed the other in the hug, her Soothe Bell softly chiming in her bag. The chime calmed her as it always did and she softly rested her cheek on his head.

“I’m sure whoever this ‘Her’ was a kind person. I just need you to know that you’re not an object… Please. Just think about it. It’s wrong to teach anyone that. You’re not a doll. You have feelings and thoughts just like anyone else.”

“If you feel anger, sadness, happiness, love…. You’re not a doll.”