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04 April 2011 @ 09:35 pm
Drabble: the space between your bed and wall (Sucker Punch, PG-13)  
itle: the space between your bed and wall
Author: aphrodite_mine
Info: Sucker Punch, Rocket/Baby Doll, Rocket/Sweet Pea, PG-13. Title and epigraph are from Bright Eyes’ “The Calendar Hung Itself”

you make me happy oh, when skies are gray and gray and gray.

you should clarify: you aren’t sure if she’s real. of course, to say this, that you aren’t sure, acknowledges that maybe you’re in the right place. but sweet pea, she cups your cheek and she says that a place like this will do things to a girl, do things that even the world outside hadn’t managed already.

(you got a hold of a pair of scissors, once, and stared at your wrists, at the little rivers there. it didn’t seem right, to put something so cold against something so warm. you chopped your hair instead, watched the limp pieces fall to the ground, some catching in your uniform. it was like a ballet. your head felt lighter after that, even when they bruised your arms shaking the scissors free, dragging you away. you thought you saw a hint of a smile on sweet pea’s face.)

so when you say you aren’t sure if she’s real, you should clarify that you are in an asylum. currently, not living there. living implies home. living implies life. this place is neither.

you don’t remember her arriving. sweet pea does, the once or twice you’ve snuck to her bed and whispered “baby doll” in each other’s ears, your fingers tracing codes into her palm. you remember four things, a fifth, something she couldn’t name. you remember the curve of her mouth, the blush of her cheeks.

dr. gorski tells you to lay back, let the music wash over you, and baby doll is there, knife in her hand. she’s there, in an instant. you barely have to scream.

and after, she touches your forehead and says “there, there” and you lean into it, your hands in her lap and your eyes closed. you don’t cry, because it’s useless to cry in a place like this. there’s a taste of something bitter on your lips, dry and cracked. and across the theatre you see sweet pea nod, and you think you see a hint of a smile.
Alice: misc - sucker punchbeerbad on April 5th, 2011 02:56 am (UTC)
I love this. (And there's not enough asylum fic right now, IMO!)
youreyesaregemsyoureyesaregems on April 5th, 2011 09:31 am (UTC)
That's an interesting take on it. This film lends itself to asylum mind fucks, so yeah, there should be more.
fix me, motherfucker! i'm standing right here.immortality on April 5th, 2011 11:05 am (UTC)
You already know that I love this, but I just have to comment again with: I LOVE THIS.
Margot Mary May Margeneginevra_alessa on April 5th, 2011 02:04 pm (UTC)
darkly sweet and gorgeous. *loves*
a few prawns short of a galaxyglitterberrys on April 5th, 2011 07:38 pm (UTC)
ILY here have my firstborn just WRITE MOAR.
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a few prawns short of a galaxyglitterberrys on April 6th, 2011 04:12 am (UTC)
Excellent. My favorite thing about seeing the damn movie was the potential for great fic but so far I haven't seen any...granted I'm a little late to the party so it could have just passed me by and I didn't notice, but still, you'd expect TONS OF IT. The movie was the gayest thing EVER. And all the girls were super hot. Which makes me feel like a perv since three of them are former child stars. But whatever. HOT.
cat.x_resistance on April 13th, 2011 12:07 pm (UTC)
That was so awesome, and dark, and just so beautifully written. I love it <3