"My Friend"
Mar 9, 2015 9:00:53 GMT -5
Post by Ashley Sands on Mar 9, 2015 9:00:53 GMT -5
The tune of his favorite song sang to him from the cheaply made speakers of the small radio that had been recently given to him, a present to reward him for behaving in the weeks leading up to his release. All it took was one outburst and the doctors would have decided from their high perches that he was some freak and needed to stay in his cage.
He was not a freak though. He was perfectly normal. Ernie, his only "walking around" friend, knew it because he knew what it had felt like to be in the position that he had been in all those years ago before they met. Ernie understood. That was why, when he would have a chance to be released all these years later, Ernie put everything he had into making sure Tommy would get the second chance that he deserved. He welcomed him into his home with open arms and offered what little luxury he had.
The years of having next to nothing had gotten him used to dealing with what he had. Instead of taking Ernie's bedroom to leave him to sleep on the couch, Tommy took to what was familiar to him, where he felt he would be most comfortable and secure... the basement. Down there, he would not have to worry about any nosey neighbors peeking in to see the freak that he was and ridicule him for no other reason but to make themselves feel better. He was safe down there but they were all safe from him as well.
It had been years since he had been allowed to even get anywhere near something sharp let alone hold it in his hand but he was doing just that now. Humming the song that had proven itself to be a comfort over the years, he poked the small needle through the leather with a grace that defied the size of his large fingers. Instead of going about his project with rage and a frantic pace, the process had been handled with a calm that his friend deserved. He loved it and the security that it would bring to him. He needed to treat it just as well as it would treat him. He felt bad for even poking through the leather with the crude sharpness of the stainless steel and dragging thread through it but it was necessary. His friend needed its strength and the coloring provided a decoration to add to the beauty it already possessed. A face of perfection to obscure the disgusted face that would be mocked by all.
The needle came through the leather and pulled the thread through for another and final time before he secured it tight. Holding the face of leather and fabric up to his face, Tommy could not help but smile before bringing his lips to the opening for a mouth and kissed the makeshift lips. They were finally ready. Together, they could take on the entire world and no one would be able to stop them. Tommy would be the muscle while it would be the brains of the operation. Now, finally, his dream would be complete.
"We're ready, my friend." he said to the stitched together face before he set it on a plastic head Ernie had found for him. They were ready to take their place in the world of professional wrestling that he had watched ever since he was a young child. Their first victim went by the name of Spencer Vain. "They'll never see us coming." he said with a smile at the thought.
He was not a freak though. He was perfectly normal. Ernie, his only "walking around" friend, knew it because he knew what it had felt like to be in the position that he had been in all those years ago before they met. Ernie understood. That was why, when he would have a chance to be released all these years later, Ernie put everything he had into making sure Tommy would get the second chance that he deserved. He welcomed him into his home with open arms and offered what little luxury he had.
The years of having next to nothing had gotten him used to dealing with what he had. Instead of taking Ernie's bedroom to leave him to sleep on the couch, Tommy took to what was familiar to him, where he felt he would be most comfortable and secure... the basement. Down there, he would not have to worry about any nosey neighbors peeking in to see the freak that he was and ridicule him for no other reason but to make themselves feel better. He was safe down there but they were all safe from him as well.
It had been years since he had been allowed to even get anywhere near something sharp let alone hold it in his hand but he was doing just that now. Humming the song that had proven itself to be a comfort over the years, he poked the small needle through the leather with a grace that defied the size of his large fingers. Instead of going about his project with rage and a frantic pace, the process had been handled with a calm that his friend deserved. He loved it and the security that it would bring to him. He needed to treat it just as well as it would treat him. He felt bad for even poking through the leather with the crude sharpness of the stainless steel and dragging thread through it but it was necessary. His friend needed its strength and the coloring provided a decoration to add to the beauty it already possessed. A face of perfection to obscure the disgusted face that would be mocked by all.
The needle came through the leather and pulled the thread through for another and final time before he secured it tight. Holding the face of leather and fabric up to his face, Tommy could not help but smile before bringing his lips to the opening for a mouth and kissed the makeshift lips. They were finally ready. Together, they could take on the entire world and no one would be able to stop them. Tommy would be the muscle while it would be the brains of the operation. Now, finally, his dream would be complete.
"We're ready, my friend." he said to the stitched together face before he set it on a plastic head Ernie had found for him. They were ready to take their place in the world of professional wrestling that he had watched ever since he was a young child. Their first victim went by the name of Spencer Vain. "They'll never see us coming." he said with a smile at the thought.
