Isaac, Harper, and Ezra put their helmets back on and continued extracting my memories.
I heard many voices in my drowsy state.
They were mocking me: “Bunny Lady, Bunny Lady, by her hair, across the ground she’s dragged; Bunny Lady, Bunny Lady, soft and fair, each night she’s wracked.”
My head ached terribly, and my scalp burned with pain.
My dreams finally stabilized, revealing a vast cornfield before
my eyes.
My childhood self was running frantically along the ridge between fields.
My clothes and pants had long been torn to shreds, leaving me nearly naked.
I kept running, charging into the cornfield, causing many villagers to gather and stare in shock.
Then my adoptive father David Sanders burst out of the cornfield and grabbed me.
He said, “Why are you running? I was sewing clothes for you. Come home with me right now.”
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David dragged me back home.
I bit his hand and struggled desperately.
David felt the pain and flew into a rage, slapping me unconscious.
I no longer had the strength to resist as he grabbed my hair and dragged me all the way home.
Along the way, many villagers gossiped, and some wore strange smiles.
Back home, my adoptive mother Lydia Sanders immediately locked the door and scolded David for being too rough.
David snapped, “Get lost! You stinking old hag, don’t get in my way.” Then he dragged me into the room.
His mother Aaliyah Sanders sat on a filthy stool, head hanging low, looking as good as dead.
And so, Christmas, an innocent young girl, found herself with her throat gripped tight by hands transformed from the mountains themselves.
Day after day, year after year, this girl endured it all.
Those dark, putrid, fishy and scorching memories, along with
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countless horrific experiences, suddenly crashed down on me all
at once.
Every time I tried to escape, I’d always be caught and dragged home by my hair.
My hair would stick up high, like rabbit ears.
And so I became the Bunny Lady.
They mocked: “Bunny Lady, Bunny Lady, by her hair, across the ground she’s dragged; Bunny Lady, Bunny Lady, soft and fair, each night she’s wracked.”
What a perfect rhyme!
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