like a marionette

When Judy was five-years-old, her father slapped her for the first time. She dreamed of being a pop-star, he was drunk (though it was not an excuse), and she vowed to never forgive him. By the time she was ten, she learned that shouting curses and fighting back were her best defenses. She still dreamt of glamorous life, of doing whatever she wished for.

Her mother was her first supplier. Not intentionally, nor willingly; but thirteen-years-old Judy found it too easy to steal those cigarettes. After all, they were all over the place (and her mother was too apathetic to care, anyway). She vowed never to become like her mother, but smoking made her part of the cool guys.

At seventeen, Judy's main wish was leaving home, getting as far as she can and never coming back. She was young and strong, and somehow still full of romantic fantasies of the prince who would come to save her. The prince was not exactly handsome, but he made her laugh, and was on his way to glory (or so she thought). So she married him when he asked, replacing her unstable home in another.

Many a time, Judy had regretted marrying Punch. Alone in the world and responsible for damaged child, she doesn't think she'd have the courage to change her life. So she goes on, as ruthless as she has to be, and makes laugh of everything, because if she ever stops, everyone would see the emptiness which is her life.