The Puppet Factory

Part 1

You may know me, you may not. Honestly I'd prefer the latter. Sadly this isn't always the case and I don't really understand why. Not necessarily liking people, I expected them to at least sense my negative vibes and stay away to some degree. Why do humans flock over to trouble like it's a magnet? Life for me was great sitting up in a room alone and disconnected. Alright, this may all be coming out wrong.

Look, the shit already hit the fan more than a couple of times in my short time on earth and, I don't need anymore problems. I still have to find a way to get rid of the ugly stains and marks -not to mention the horrible stench- that linger after.

Wait are you and I on the same page here? 'Cause I'm not talking about the shit anymore. I was referring to, you know, rotting flesh and blood...

This wouldn't have been my first time being kidnapped and I'm getting hints that it won't be the last. No. Actually while I sit here surrounded by heavily armed strangers I can't help but think that this is actually the third time and, it's rather pleasant. I'm sure to some it is wrong of me to think this way but it's true and my opinion won't waver no matter how you slice it.

Did I want to escape my current life? To some extent, yes. But everyone has wanted to do so at some point in their lives so why can't I dream a little?

Did I expect it to actually happen? No.

Do I regret ever wishing it? ... I'm not sure. Yes and No are playing 'tug of war' and it appears that I am the rope.

Right now I just pray my mother is alright. I couldn't care less about the other two fighting children I left at home. They'll find their feet again.

I don't want anyone dying to save me or dying while trying to kill me. No matter who you are- whether I know you or not- just don't die with me knowing. Don't die because of me.

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Before I tell you where I am and what's going on, you need to know the little information that I know- knew; my short but relatively eventful history. Nobody likes history- wait no. Not everyone likes hearing the backstory of others, so I'll try rush through this for you.

Years back mother meets father high up in the corporate world and eventually get married then BOOM! A child is born, a beautiful baby girl they named Trinity- not me. Two years down the line mother and father decided to get frisky again in hopes of having another child to keep their little one company. Another baby girl is born, the siblings are now three years apart and mother and father are satisfied with their little family. Oh yes, I am the last child born.

As Trinity and I grew older we tried spending as much time with our parents as possible. Sadly, work required more of their time than we did. When we could we'd go to parks, museums, visit numerous toy stores and head out for sweet treats. My favorite outing would be when my father took us to see a local puppet factory that he was thinking of investing in. Even though it was work related and I didn't see much of him, I still liked the view of the cool things and how they're built.

At the end of Trinity's second year of school our father was killed in a 'hit and run' accident on his way home. As far as I knew, the person responsible was never found. So no, my father didn't invest in the factory and they somehow got themselves into a bit of a scandal, somewhere down the line it eventually closed down.

My mother became noticeably distant with others, Trinity and myself included. She also drowned herself more in work claiming that without our father, it would be harder to pay all the bills. Everyone knew this was a lie; the money mother made herself was enough to go as far as securing a more than decent future for both Trinity and I. There was also the load of cash that father left behind for us.

I think father's death affected Trinity quite a bit because her marks dramatically dropped and she failed her third and fourth years of primary school, so to the eyes of the public we were only one year apart. Her attitude towards me also changed as we went along.

I managed to finish two years of schooling in one so when we moved to a new and bigger house we also switched schools. It was there that I joined Trinity in eighth grade when I turned thirteen. She forced me to agree to tell everyone that we were fraternal twins; I understood that she was embarrassed so I eventually just went with it.

Her being the more developed sister out of the two of us, Trinity of course got more than a bit of male attention, especially from boys in the higher grades. I'm not that kind of person so my fame mainly came from the fact that our family was rich. I never liked it; most people just became my friends because of our family's wealth. My sister milked everything thrown at her dry to the bone while I decided to get a job and save what I had...

Wait, I said that I'd try making this short. Ugh! I'm sorry. Well in grade nine both my sister and I were abducted on our way home. Since it was the first it was the worst and most traumatizing. Mother paid a huge ransom just to get us back relatively unharmed.

In our tenth year we were introduced to a man named Kyle who our mother had been seeing; they were planning on getting married. You don't need to know too much about their history now. Both Trinity and I disliked the idea, we felt like mother had just forgotten about father. Anyways, the big day came and I accepted it but Trinity wouldn't give in. Months went by and the two continuously got into fights, very violent fights might I add. Mother and I weren't always there to break things up.

We were attacked again but this time around only I was taken. My experience wasn't any better than the first.

Mother had been in and out of hospital. The first time it was just because of food poisoning and then, all of a sudden different problems arouse until finally she was permanently bedridden in hospital. The fights between Stepfather and stepdaughter were put on hold as the news came out that mother might be diagnosed with AIDS. It was the only thing doctors could come up with, however, the main cause of it was still unknown.

After some time the press forgot about our dying mother, Trinity gave up on her too, Kyle's visits also became less frequent until finally it was just me.

I am now in twelveth grade, one of the metrics and seniors of our school. All the screaming, yelling, breaking of innocent ornaments and excessive banging against walls started up again. Trinity flaunted her riches more than before and our friends became faker by the day. The world forgot about my mother, just as they had done to my father.

In the middle of all this I had been attacked a few other times but I was never, taken. You know those cliché moments in thrillers when a girl walks down a dark alley way only to be pounced on by a gang? Yeah, that naïve girl who gets into such situations is me.

I never got out because of my own efforts though. No, someone else just always had to save me. Someone else always risked their life for mine. You'd think that I'd brush off my self-defense skills or something but there wasn't a need for that. Funny enough, every single time it was always one of the bad guys -who I think suddenly felt sorry for me- that turned on his buddies just so I could get away.

Umm, I think that's it... I hope that all- no there's something else. I know it was quite important, I just can't remember. Oh well, when I do I'll be sure to tell ya.

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