All is Jello pt. 3 by: Sarah

 

Stupid woman, did she honestly want to make the girl die of fright?

 

I would do a much better job in her position; I would be able to fix the little freak…

 

Not that I would want to that is.

 

Just so you know I COULD.

 

But there they were, little one, pale and shadowy (though not as much as me) and her.

 

Her.

 

That insufferable pig of a human, swiping the desk as if her filthy hands could do anything more than smear the dust collecting in the room.

 

Think she would notice it and give this place a good cleaning.

 

I have allergies you know.

 

Very inconsiderate.

 

But there she was, Queen of the whole friggin box they called an office.

 

This place wasn’t worthy of me you know.

 

Back to her though.

 

Only cause I say so though, if I wanted we could forget about her entirely.

 

But she was very hard not to notice.

 

Smearing around the thick powdery dust.

 

Everywhere you know. Absolutely covered in dust!

 

Babbling about God knows what.

 

Didn’t understand the girl from the looks of it.

 

How stupid, I mean to be fair the girl was mumbling.

I never would have mumbled you know.

 

Growing more and more frantic with each hushed murmur until she couldn’t take it anymore.

 

Screaming at HIM to take her away and rushing out of the dusty box.

 

The girl needed comforting now but what did I care?

 

She had relied on HIM!

 

HIM that she had found in some pawnshop with a cracked shade and a burnt out bulb.

 

I mean sure I’m not the nicest accessory here…

 

To quote the great Iago “I am nothing if not critical.”

 

But it still hurt that she didn’t trust me to remove some snotty little kid from the box that I was forced to call home.

 

Or maybe it was the dust restricting my breathing.

 

While the dunce of a lamp sat in confusion, I wrapped myself tighter together and sulked in a very dignified manner if I do say so myself.

 

No one cares about the opinions of drapes though…