The Teacher/Student Contest (Nearly 3 mil)

[ecopper12]

If this contest hasn't started, give me more time. I lost my story.m I am working on the rewrite. I don't know when it will be done but it will.

[Thaedrian]

Edwardoh

Man, things get heavy when I'm not totally tanked and thrashing about in this thread.
Everyone, quick. Take your pants off and wear them as a hat!
Tezzy smackdown! Edwardoh must lighten things up again.
With my tan lines...
LET THERE BE LIGHT!

Allow the laughter to commence.
CHUCKLES: ENGAGE! wahmbulance

rofl I'm guffawing, not chuckling. Will that do?
Or rather, I guffawed, in the singular form. A burst of laughter instead of continuous chuckling. I scared my cat in doing so.

You are very silly.

[Lord Tezzy]

Edwardoh

Man, things get heavy when I'm not totally tanked and thrashing about in this thread.
Everyone, quick. Take your pants off and wear them as a hat!
Tezzy smackdown! Edwardoh must lighten things up again.
With my tan lines...
LET THERE BE LIGHT!

Allow the laughter to commence.
CHUCKLES: ENGAGE! wahmbulance

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! The paleness! The paleness! Your sin is too shiny! TOO PALE! BLINDINGLY PALE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

@Copper: sure. You've got time. And I'm getting annoyed. There's a little over two weeks and only a few more intries... erg... ENTER PEOPLE! I only bit off heads of people who break rules and then dare to insult me. Otherwise I'm a nice person *sharpens his special dismembering knife"

[Kitti Meere]

Lord Tezzy

Edwardoh

Man, things get heavy when I'm not totally tanked and thrashing about in this thread.
Everyone, quick. Take your pants off and wear them as a hat!
Tezzy smackdown! Edwardoh must lighten things up again.
With my tan lines...
LET THERE BE LIGHT!

Allow the laughter to commence.
CHUCKLES: ENGAGE! wahmbulance

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! The paleness! The paleness! Your sin is too shiny! TOO PALE! BLINDINGLY PALE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

@Copper: sure. You've got time. And I'm getting annoyed. There's a little over two weeks and only a few more intries... erg... ENTER PEOPLE! I only bit off heads of people who break rules and then dare to insult me. Otherwise I'm a nice person *sharpens his special dismembering knife"

I'm in the middle of mine. So....hang in there. It'll be up by the 15th....I hope.

Sorry if it's not. I'm suffering from writer's block.

[Lord Tezzy]

Good luck.

[Kitti Meere]

Thanks.

[Edwardoh]

You have a knife who's sole purpose is dismemberment?
Well!
I have a cheese knife!

[Effervescent Dreams]

Title: The First Doll
Genre: Horror
Prompt:Horror/Terror/Fear
Length: 4899
Content:
Today millions of children across the world are playing with toy dolls. They are dressing them up in pretty dresses, creating small families, learning to interact with other children, and annoying their parents. These dolls, spread across the globe are providing joy and happiness to children of all ethnicity's. All of these children are unaware of the true purpose of the toy doll.

Hundreds of years ago when the doll was first invented, they were made of porcelain. They took weeks to make and were extremely expensive. Being a rarity, they were not given to children. In fact, children where rarely allowed to even see one, but it wasn't because the dolls were rare or delicate.

I will take you back to the creation of the very first porcelain doll and you will see why children where not allowed near these monstrosities.
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I was a young affluent girl during that time period. My father owned several banks and he doted on me after my mother died. She died when I was really young, so I have no memory of her. There are rumour of what had happened to her, but they were all unfounded and so they were forgotten over time.

Others called the home that I lived in a 'manor' but to me it was just home. I had no idea that there were people in the world who were less fortunate than me. Looking back, I was rather spoiled and selfish, but I was taught no better. I got what I wanted when I wanted it, always.

I treated others unkindly and I got away with it. Both my servants and my friends were scared of me, for good reason. I wasn't cruel, just mean and quick tempered. Because of my upbringing, I was used to being in charge and in control of my surroundings. I was only kind to my pets but I wasn't allowed to keep them for any length of time, my father was allergic.

Unfortunately, as in most cases, my unacceptable behavior continued to get worse as time moved on. I had servants beat on a regular basis and I was quickly running out of friends that would put up with me. My father noticed my deteriorating behavior.

"Bella, are you alright darling? I noticed your little friends don't come over anymore." My father broached the subject at dinner when I was 12 years old. He was a very skinny, lithe man with a goatee; he kept himself meticulously groomed, lest anyone think he was a commoner.

I sneered at him, for I had begun to look down on him: he wasn't the boss of me anymore. "Of course I'm alright Father, why ever wouldn't I be?"

I'm not sure if he noticed my sneer that night, but his eyes turned dark when he spoke, "I can think of no reason darling, I was just wonder where your playmates went. Should I have one of the maids call on them in the morning?" He steeped his fingers. "One of the maids you have not had beaten, of course."

My Father had never looked at me like that before. His eyes, along with his cavalier attitude towards the servants he normally loved, confused me. I carefully folded my dinner napkin in front of me before I spoke, "There is no need, I will call on them myself in the morning." This answer, I believed, would please him.

"No, I don't believe you will." I looked up at him sharply, surprised by his hard tone. "You will stay here at the manor tomorrow, and the day after. I'm very disappointed with your attitude lately and I think I've come to a conclusion as to its source, would you like to here it?"

This man was a stranger to me, I knew I had to tread carefully with this angry man. I sipped on my water to soothe my dry throat. "Of course I'd like to hear father. You always instruct me on the most fascinating things."

He smirked at me and started picking at his dinner roll. "I do believe you are acting this way because of the lack motherly attention you've been receiving." He waited for me to say something, but I was dumbfounded so he continued on, "I've been treating much like a little pet, to be coddled, and not like a child in need of discipline and love. You see, after your poor mother died I was heartbroken, but you looked so like her, I couldn't help myself."

"Pardon me?" I had no other reply available to me, I could feel something bad was happening but I could do nothing to prevent it.

He tried to smile warmly but it never reached his eyes, they remained cold and hard. "No need to worry yourself darling, I've come up with a perfectly acceptable solution." He gestured towards the doorway, "Go on to your room now, I've work to do."

I wasn't done with my dinner but I hurried to do as my father said. I could tell he was in a strange mood today and I found myself hesitating on the stairway up to my rooms. Crouching down on the stairs, I was able to see my father pause outside of his work rooms. He was humming a strange tune that sounded familiar but I couldn't recall were I had heard it before.

It wasn't the humming that bothered me though, it was the book that he was holding in his hand. He had paused outside of his work room to read an entry near the beginning of the book. The book was tilted at an angle, allowing me to read the title of the book: Custos Morum. Guardian of Mortals? It was the name of a religious sect that had been causing problems recently.


Fear and uncertainty coursed through me as I ran up to my bedroom. It was a large room, just as big as I wanted it. In the middle of the room was a king sized bed with a pink canopy and lovely white roses in vases around it. It was a simple, but extravagant room, I had all the basic necessities at the most expensive prices. There were no toys in sight, I had used my friends for that until recently. My room was placed on the third floor, the farthest in the house from my father's work room in the basement.

That night I threw myself on my bed, uncaring about my beautiful dress. It was only a dress, after all, I had more. I denied it at the time, but I was scared, as scared as I'd ever been. My heart wasn't working right and my hands wouldn't stop shaking. Custos Morum was a horrible sect that had been killing young women around the city, claiming they were saving the young girls from an even worse fate in hell.

The rumors about my mother's death came to my mind. They had said she was a healthy, lively woman, who had died for no apparent reason. It was weeks after she had gone missing before the constable found her body by the river. Her father had been unable to identify her at first, her body was said to have been mutilated before recognition. Strange chemicals had been found in and around her body.

My breathing was erratic and very shallow. I was afraid to know the truth about what was going on, but I had to know. I quickly changed into a lighter, more breathable gown, I was going to find out what was going on with my father. Caution and a sense of the surreal kept me in my room for sometime, making sure everyone in the house was asleep before I started investigating.

I waited for as long as I could before I snuck out of my room. The door opened easily and soundlessly, something my father made sure of. The hallway outside my bedroom was empty and dark. Normally there would be a light on for me, just in case I had to go to the bathroom, but tonight was different. I knew that was a signal for me to stay in my room as I was told, but I crept out into the hall anyway.

The thick Peruvian rug on the floor concealed my footsteps and provided some comfort to my beating heart. When I reached the staircase I was almost to scared to go any farther. I could knew at that moment something was terrible wrong. My personal maid was sitting there, waiting for me.

"Baby, what are you doin' wanderin' about at this hour? Your daddy would be ashamed of you!" My personal maid was a busty woman with three children of her own, they worked as kitchen aids.

In my confused state, I sat down next to her, despite her being a commoner. "Why are you sitting here on the staircase?" I really had hoped her response would be innocent and calm my doubts.

It didn't. "Your daddy told me to make sure you stayed in your rooms tonight. He said he's got a present for you and he doesn't want you to discover it before its time." Her fake smile and the way she stumbled over the word 'present' did nothing for my fears.

"But I want to see it!" I forced myself to whine and sound normal, and she seemed to buy it.

She nodded but continued to block my path on the staircase, "I'm sorry baby, but it won't due for you to go sneakin' around in your father's workspace. You know your daddy's a busy man, now go on and be a good girl."

I wanted to cry. Everything was so strange and difficult to understand. Why was my father reading that horrible book? And why was my maid preventing me from leaving my room?

"Miss Tessa," she had such a pretty name. "Who Custos Morum?" I played dumb, hoping she would unwittingly give me some answers.

She noticeably paled but held tight to her fake smile, "I'm sure I don't know, perhaps one of your fathers business partners? It doesn't matter to worry your head over your fathers affairs, best forget you ever heard the name."

"Could I go ask my father? I really would like to know," I asked politely.

"No! Absolutely not!" Her fierce denial scared me and I inched farther away from her on the steps. Never before had any servant reacted this way, especially considering my well known disposition towards servants. She sighed heavily, "I'm sorry dear but it really is best that you leave your father along right now. He is working on a very important project and it would be extremely unwise to interrupt him."

She glanced down the stairway, obviously nervous of something. "I want to see him!" desperation tinged my voice, I had to prove my father innocent of these imagined crimes.

A feminine giggle floated upstairs to reach Tessa and me, causing both of us to start. Tessa clutched her chest and gave a breathless laugh, "Why see darling? That must be Miss Custos Morum right down there. Now leave your daddy alone to discuss business matter with her alone."

I recognized that laugh, it was one of the annoying friends I no longer talked to. She was a year younger than I, but much prettier. Jealously was the main reason I had stopped associating with the poor girl.

I no longer had any desire to see what my father was doing, escape was my goal now. My father was reading that hideous book and now he had invited one of my friends over at night? I had to get out of this house where everyone seemed crazy but me. But I knew I could never escape on my own. My father had at least 15 servants and I couldn't avoid them all.

An idea came to me, my servant had children, she would help me if she thought I was in trouble. I let the tears that had been pent up inside of me fill my eyes, "Please, don't let anything bad happen to me, please."

I let my body start shaking and my calm facade to drop. Tessa was immediately effected, she gathered me up in her arms and held me there for some time. Strangely enough, it made my feel better, even if it was a lie. I let myself sink into the feeling of a warm, kind woman hugging me. I was unaware of her getting up and carrying me to my bedroom until it was too late.

Reality washed over me when I saw my beautiful red walls, "NO! What are you doing? You have to HELP me!" I struggled and tried to squirm out of her grasp but she held my tightly. I could feel her crying.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I can't let you go, he said he'd hurt my babies if I let you go." She was holding on to me and sobbing. She held and rocked me, our cries mixed together: hers for her children, mine out of a desperation unknown to human kind.

Against my will my eyes started to droop and I fell asleep. I dreamt of horrible things that would soon be overshadowed by reality. Monsters eating mothers, glass kittens covered in blood, frozen people, and children missing their eyes. I woke up screaming.

Once I calmed from my dreams, my fears from the night before seemed fantastical and made up. I chuckled to myself a little at my stupidity. Of course my father had not turned into some crazed monster, he would never hurt me.

I rang for the maid and got dressed in one of my pretty dresses, in the light of day she seemed normal and happy. I even asked her how her children were, and she happily replied that they were growing as fast as ever. Smiling I admired myself in the mirror before I headed downstairs for breakfast.

My father and I always ate breakfast together and like usual he was already there when I entered the dinning room. "Hello father, how are you this morning?"

He looked up from his toast to smile at me, "I'm fine, though tired form my work last night."

I looked closely at him and noticed dark rings under his eyes. "Father you shouldn't work so hard, the bank isn't as important as your health."

He looked at me sharply, anger on his face, "I wasn't working on bank affairs, darling."

My stomach started to hurt but I ignored it, like I ignored the memories of last night's strange events, "Oh? Well whatever you were working on must've been important then." My nagging doubts were too much to ignore. I cautiously brought up one of the topics last night, "I was thinking I might call on Emily, my friend this morning."

His reaction confused me, he smile at me brightly but firmly informed me that I wasn't to leave the house for a few days. "I know I discussed this with you last night, must you be difficult?"

I couldn't tell if he wanted me to answer his question or not so I stuffed my mouth with a muffin. He seemed fine with the silence and finished his toast soon after. He folded his napkin, pushed his chair in, straiten his coat and left. "I'll be in my work room for the next couple days, please don't disturb me."

I went to the bathroom and threw up. My world was turning upside down, it had become a fictional novel, one without a happy ending.

When I exited the bathroom, my maids were there, ready. They had been given strict orders to keep me occupied, they said. It would've been fun, if not for the looming animosity coming from the work rooms that day. My maids outdid themselves, they asked my to try on every dress I owned, 'to make sure they all fit right'.

I was first asked to try on the more elaborate dresses, and I did. With some help, I fit myself into them, to my maids pleasure. I stood in front the the mirror, looking at myself. I looked like a doll. But not a normal doll, not one of the ugly raggedy things that normal girls had, I was a special doll.

The maids put makeup on me and did my hair. They loved cooing over my beautiful curls and they took every opportunity to do it. Once it was determined that one dress needed no modifications, the next one had to be tried on.

It was more than two hours before I could claim the need to go to the bathroom to escape. I had no concrete escape plan laid out, but I knew that I couldn't stay much longer. Looking out of the bathroom window only served to depress me, I was on the second floor. There was no escape from this bathroom.

Pacing did nothing but make my dress swish across the wood floor and annoy me. It reminded me of my once doting father and his strange behavior lately. I almost screamed when one of the maids knocked on the bathroom door, "Are you alright in there, miss?"

I clutched my chest in a vain attempt to stop my heart from beating out of my chest. "Of course I'm fine! Going to the bathroom in this dress takes a little doing, that's all." I took one last look at myself in the mirror before I left the bathroom.

My skin was pale, an ivory color and my eyes had been huge and glassy. I was only grateful that my fear didn't show on my face, the makeup prevented that. The maids seemed to notice my lack of interest in the dresses and instead suggested relaxing in the library.

I was pulled along before I could oppose the suggestion. They set me down in one of the large, comfortable green chairs and gave me a book to read. I was slightly offended that they had not let me pick out my own book, but I didn't voice my displeasure. Instead, I took the opportunity to try and formulate some sort of a plan.

In the day my courage had increased and I was beginning to get curious about what evil scheme my father was working on. With the Tales of Robin Hood in my lap, I dreamt of finding out his evil plot and exposing him to the police. I would be the savior of poor Emily, whom I had heard last night downstairs. I would, of course, inherit all of his wealth and properties, which I would share with the less fortunate.

This fantasy didn't last long of course. My maids were all in one corner gossiping and looking around fearfully. I shut my book of Robin Hood, which I wasn't really reading anyway, and gently placed it on the table next to me. None of the maids noticed. I slowly made my way over to their corner, on the pretense of looking for another book to read.

They seemed to preoccupied with their conversation to notice much of anything at all, I tripped over my dress twice before I finally reached them. I vaguely wondered what they would do if my father had been the one sneaking up on them, they weren't keeping a good watch for him.

I was near Beowulf when I could finally make out their hushed murmurs:"What should we do? I can't let my children stay in this house!" this woman was quickly shushed by the others. Once things quieted down, whispers of agreement were voiced.

Tessa pretended to examine a book before she spoke her comments, "If we just stay put and keep our mouths shut, the boss'll give us no trouble. He need us to keep his secret, right ladies?"

It seemed as if Tessa was the ringleader of this little gang, because all the other maids instantly started discussing the possibility of staying. They acted like they had come up with the idea themselves.

One woman still had doubts though, it was the maid who had spoken first about leaving, "You can't be so naive! We are servants, expendable! He could do to us what he's done to all those other young ladies. We can't go telling his secrets if we're dead, now can we-"

A hard stare from Tessa silenced the frightened maid. "Now you listen here," Tessa roughly grabbed the woman by her hair, "I will not let you go on and endanger my children, do you understand? You will stay here with the rest of us and be a good little servant. I swear it before God, if you do something stupid I will come for you myself." Tessa gave her a good shake, "Am I understood?"

A nod and a small whimper was all that Tessa needed by way of agreement. The rest of the women nodded sagely when Tessa's eyes passed over them. I was too frightened to pretend to be doing something else when her eyes passed over me. She glared at me and I meekly nodded my head, truly fearing for my person.

After that it was a small matter to pretend to read Beowulf while under the maid's watchful eyes. The words swam before me but I couldn't bring myself to look up into the hard eyes of Miss Tessa. She would kill me, I understood that, if I caused any problems for her children.

That day, by way of punishment for eavesdropping, I wasn't allowed to eat lunch. I wouldn't have been able to eat anyway, but it was a basic comfort that I was dearly needing. My throat seemed constantly dry, no matter how much I drank and my stomach kept trying itself into knots.

I tried to creep out of the first floor bathroom window twice, but each time I was caught and the second time I was locked in my room for an hour. That hour was torture. I paced and worried and daydreamed about the horrors my father had done to Emily just last night. My nightmares from the night before and I couldn't stop imagining Emily's terrorized eyes. I spent half the time trying to stave off dry heaves.

I was trying to sleep with my eyes open when one of the maids came in to inform me that my hour was up and that is was time for dinner. I gracefully told the maid that I was sick and wouldn't be attending dinner, but she threatened to get Miss Tessa and that persuaded me to cooperate. I let the maids dress my in one of my pretty dresses, they put makeup on me again, to liven up my color.

Tessa personally escorted me down the stairs to the dinning room. She made her sentiments known when she gave me a painful pinch before leaving the room. I glared at her retreating figure before I turned my attention to the dinning room.

My father was already seated at one end of the table, looking at me expectantly. "Good evening father, how was your work today?" Forcing myself to seem normal was getting harder and harder as the day went on.

He returned my smile, belatedly. "Take a seat darling, I have something I want to discuss with you." H gestured towards the empty chair next to him.

Glancing towards the door, I saw an army of maids waiting for me to make a break for it. I sat next to my normally kind father.

Sipping on my water provided a great excuse not to look at him as he began. "Now darling, I know things have been strange but I have good news!" He looked at me, waiting for a response, when none was forthcoming he continued, "I've made you a new friend! You'll be able to see her tomorrow."

My father seemed genuinely happy, the servants behind him looked ill. I took a bite of turkey and nodded encouragingly. "What is her name again?"

"I don't believe I mentioned it," he replied, "her name is Emily. I'm very sure you will get along with her quite well."

I forced myself to swallow the bile that rose in my throat. What had he done to Emily? "Father," I choked out,"I believe I've come down with the flu, if I could go to bed early tonight?"

The air seemed to thicken around me as I waited for his response. His face went from excited to concerned, "Are you alright darling? Do you need me to call on the doctor?"

I nodded quickly and stumble away from the table. I didn't have to try and walk far because Miss Tessa scooped me up and rushed me to my bedroom. As soon as she had carried me out of earshot, she started murmuring threats, "Don't you dare think of running off young lady, I won't allow it, you hear me?" She shook me, almost causing me to throw up.

I nodded weakly, hoping against hope that she wouldn't shake me again. She seemed to notice my rising nausea and placed me on my bed as soon as we entered the room. I rolled onto my side and did my best to ignore her probing gaze. After a short time she concluded I was seriously ill and not faking it, she left me alone.

I had to escape, I couldn't save Emily by myself as I had daydreamed earlier. My room had become a cage that I was desperate to escape. I immediately ran to my window, hoping for some miracle that would allow me to climb out to freedom. But below my window was the agonizingly familiar gravel path that led to the gardens. I couldn't even use my sheets as a rope to climb down, they had been removed from my bed. The maids knew I would try and make a break for it.

It was starting to get dark outside and with each passing second my fear grew. My heartbeat was so loud in my ears I expected the maids to come investigate the offending sound. I rushed to the door, listening for the maids. They were there, outside my door, preventing me from doing anything stupid.

The tears started every slowly, at first they were stuck in my eyes. It took sometime for the tears to overflow unto my face, but they did it. With the tears came the crying. I tried to be quiet so as not to attract the attention of the horrible people outside my door, but I couldn't keep it in. The sobs racked my body. I was going to die, I thought. Or at least discover one of my friends had been murdered or enslaved.

"Someone please help me," I moaned, hoping against hope that an angel would hear me. And for the first and last time in my life, an angel did hear me.

I was curled into a ball under my bed, wishing for the monsters there to eat me, when she came into my room. She was the maid from earlier, the one who had wanted to leave. She searched for me, but was unable to find the small, frightened girl under the bed. I shivered, more scared of her than I had been of anything else in my life.

"You can come out now darling, I'm here to help you." She seemed nice enough, but I knew she would deliver me to my father, I couldn't trust her.

My eyes were wide open in fear, but I could see nothing the darkness under the bed. I had to clasped my hands over my mouth to prevent her from hearing my silent cries. I couldn't let them find me.

"Darling, I won't hurt you. I think you need to go to the bathroom soon, right? If I were you I would be careful around that window, it seemed loose this morning and even though the bushes would catch your fall, it still would hurt if you fell out of it." With that she looked around once more and left the room.

I could hardly believe my ears, was it a trap? I didn't care, it was a chance of freedom. I scrambled out from under the bed, bruising my knees and elbows. I didn't feel the pain, only desperate hope.

I knocked on my bedroom door, shifting from foot to foot as I waited for the maids to answer. "Yes?" It was Tessa.

"I have to go pee!" I didn't have to fake the urgency in my voice, I really needed to get to that bathroom. The door opened and I bolted out as fast as I could. Behind me I saw flash as Tessa quickly waved to the other maids.

The maids yelled and cased after me but they soon gave up when they saw I was heading to the bathroom and not the front door. "You hurry up in there now!" I'm sure I would've heard them even if they whispered it. All my senses were hyper aware.

In the bathroom I saw that the window was indeed open. The chilly evening wind blew in and caused me to shiver. The sweat on my skin dried instantly, making me feel dirty and uncomfortable, I ignored it.

I cautiously glanced out of the window and saw that the bushes that would break my fall. Carefully, I locked the door to the bathroom. Pausing to make sure none of my captors heard the telltale click. No reaction from the outside. My breathing was becoming labored and I strained to get a air into my lungs. The air was thickening with every breath and I knew that soon I would died of suffocation.

Walking over to the window seemed the longest walk of my life. My feet seemed to drag and my dress was heavier and heavier every footstep. But nothing stopped me, I found myself at the window, despite no air and the weight of the world on my shoulders.

As I stepped up on the edge of the window I heard whimpering coming up from my throat. I only knew it was me because no one else was around. It was such an unconscious sound that I was unable to stop it. Nor could I stop the scream that torn from my throat when I jumped off the edge of the window.

For one glorious second, I felt free and safe from everything. I was flying through the air where no one could catch me, but indeed, the ground did catch me. Both the maid and I had miscalculated, the bushes could've never caught me. Instead, I was welcomed into the cold, unforgiving bosom of the earth.

Pain exploded in my legs and back. My arms wouldn't move, my neck was similarly frozen. I couldn't even cry out, my mind was whole consumed with the pain and the hopelessness of it all. I could feel the blackness creeping in at the edges of my vision and I welcomed it, who wouldn't welcome a reprieve from such horrendous injuries?

But wave after wave of pain kept me aware of my surroundings for over an hour. I laid there, unable to move, unable to die. The cold ground pressed against my back, sharp rocks greedily spilled my blood all over the earth that had so graciously caught me. Tears gathered in my eyes, the salty tears burned their way across my scratched and torn face.

"Oh baby what happened to you?" It was my father. Like any child in unimaginable pain, I forgot everything else and sought only comfort from him. My eyes pleaded with my father to take away the pain, to end it.

"Come here, its alright now. I have a friend for you, remember?" He carefully gathered me up in his arms and cradled me there. I could see the servants all gathered around, concern and pity in their eyes. I didn't care.

He carried me to his work room, the only time I had every entered it. The pain blurred everything I saw, but it was a well lit room, with plenty of tables. He gently laid me down on one of those tables. "There you are, sweet little girl of mine. Just lay back and I'll go find your new friend."

I didn't understand. Pain confused and disoriented me, didn't he see I was dying. Why was he trying to find me a friend when I was in so much pain? When he entered my vision again he was carrying a doll. It was a pretty thing, it looked just like Emily.

I managed to turn my head to look at my father. Please, I made my eyes say, please help me! I can't live with this pain...

My father seemed to hear me because he put down the doll and focused on me. "Yes I can see that you've managed quite well to hurt yourself. Lets see what I can do about that."

He roughly straightened out my legs and arms, causing my to black out for a few seconds. When I came to again, he was standing over me with the book I had seen him with earlier.

"Now how am I supposed to do this...no, no, that won't work..." he mumbled to himself. "There we go!" He leaned over me excitedly, "I've got it darling, I was waiting to do this one till later but I think now is just the right time! You'll be the prettiest doll I've ever made!"

It took a moment for me to understand him through the fog in my head. A doll? Her name is Emily...a new friend...a doll...NO! This wasn't how he was supposed to help me! Terror stopped my heart and my breathing came in shallow pants. Escape. I had to get out I had to save myself. I didn't want to be turned into a doll!

Pain terrorized my body and I almost passed out, trying to force my limbs to carry me away. But he saw me thrashing and trying to get away and he chuckled. He grabbed an instrument from a nearby table, "It'll be over soon, doll."

It was a tube. He roughly hit my leg, making my cry out in pain. While my mouth was open he forced the tube in. It blocked my breathing and I panicked, I thrashed and spit and coughed. Air! I couldn't breathe! My body reacted instinctively, bucking and squirming, anything to remove the offending object.

"Now, now, stop moving about so much! Dolls aren't supposed to breathe you know," he giggled to himself.

No matter how I struggled, the tube would not move. The terror slowly faded from my mind as did everything else. I died slowly, in pain, and with no oxygen.
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I woke up as I am now, a doll for children to play with. Though no one let children near dolls back then. It was as if they could tell how we had been made. I was the first one, for it was later found out that my fathers experiments with Emily had failed. I sat on a shelf for years, in his work room, watching him make hundreds other like me.

When they awoke I could see the horror in their glass eyes much as I had awoke. I screamed for weeks inside my porcelain prison, before I finally gave up. Sometime I still feel my phantom body shaking in horror and paralyzing fear, but it never lasts long.


Sorry for all the grammer and spelling mistakes. I don't have Microsoft word, I had to write it on Gaia, in the reply box ^.^
sad I know it has plenty of room for improvement

[Alanora Calaran]

Woot! Another entry! Also, Kitti: I've noticed that when I have writer's block it's generally a sign that something about the project I'm working on is not right. Maybe it's time to take a step back and change the way you're approaching it?

Also: *huggles Tezzy* I give you looooove!

[Effervescent Dreams]

My fingers hurt now...a drawback for all writers I guess xp

[Kitti Meere]

Alanora Calaran

Woot! Another entry! Also, Kitti: I've noticed that when I have writer's block it's generally a sign that something about the project I'm working on is not right. Maybe it's time to take a step back and change the way you're approaching it?

Also: *huggles Tezzy* I give you looooove!

*sigh*

I think so too. It's just, I'm an editor by nature. I'm not a professional writer. In fact, I have plenty of ideas, I am just not very good at laying them down on paper (computer) and finishing them.

[Lord Tezzy]

Yay new entry. Which reminds me I should update the first page with all the stuff, but that requires me to log into my mule, which I haven't done in fo'ever.

Past that, the beginning of this entry was interesting, not sure if that's good or bad, but eye catching is perhaps decent.

Edwardoh: I find it is important to categorize your weapons and use them for specific jobs. If you have knife that is incredibly good at stabbing, there is no guarantee that it will hack through bones well. Plus, care for a stabbing knife is slightly different, you have to ensure the tip is sharp enough to pierce. So, I categorize my weapons. I have a dismembering knife, a decapitating axe, a stabbing knife, a slicing knife, a slashing knife (slightly different), a hacking knife (specially designed to cleave flesh from bone in one motion... fun fun!) So, I use them very specifically. In that manner, I can best destroy my victim with the most fun. Well, fun for me mwaha! mwuwhaha! MWAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHHAAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! *continues maniacle cackling laughter for a dozen or so more minutes before using his dismembering knife or a rather fine specimen of female homo sapien*

Poor thing apparently liked having thumbs. Speaking of which...

Alanora: Now that you lost your thumbs, you know better than to touch me without at least making sure I am aware you are about to. It is preferable that you ask. See, if I knew and you did it without asking, I'd probably have only taken one thumb. Had you asked, I probably wouldn't have taken any. But these surprise attack-hugs... *holds up your thumbs* This is the result. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! (seriously though, IRL, I hate being touched by people outside the immediate family)

I give's you love too.

Kitti: you'll be fine. I'm sure of it. Or else... *waves slicing knife around*

[Alexander J Luthor]

three words: Go. See. ZOMBIELAND!!!

that movie's freaking awesome, and had the best run-on twinkie jokes i've ever witnessed rofl oh! and stay until after the previews, there's an extra clip that'll make ya giggle whee

[Lord Tezzy]

I like movies with substance.

I don't like pointless teen comedies.

I won't be seeing it.

But at least they made one that didn't suck completely. *looks at Harold and Kumar and Pineapple express*

Dumbass teen movies...

[Lord Tezzy]

weirdlittleslytherin

Title: The First Doll
Genre: Horror
Prompt:Horror/Terror/Fear
Length: 4899
Content:
Today millions of children across the world are playing with toy dolls. They are dressing them up in pretty dresses, creating small families, learning to interact with other children, and annoying their parents. These dolls, spread across the globe are providing joy and happiness to children of all ethnicity's. All of these children are unaware of the true purpose of the toy doll.

Hundreds of years ago when the doll was first invented, they were made of porcelain. They took weeks to make and were extremely expensive. Being a rarity, they were not given to children. In fact, children where rarely allowed to even see one, but it wasn't because the dolls were rare or delicate.

I will take you back to the creation of the very first porcelain doll and you will see why children where not allowed near these monstrosities.
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I was a young affluent girl during that time period. My father owned several banks and he doted on me after my mother died. She died when I was really young, so I have no memory of her. There are rumour of what had happened to her, but they were all unfounded and so they were forgotten over time.

Others called the home that I lived in a 'manor' but to me it was just home. I had no idea that there were people in the world who were less fortunate than me. Looking back, I was rather spoiled and selfish, but I was taught no better. I got what I wanted when I wanted it, always.

I treated others unkindly and I got away with it. Both my servants and my friends were scared of me, for good reason. I wasn't cruel, just mean and quick tempered. Because of my upbringing, I was used to being in charge and in control of my surroundings. I was only kind to my pets but I wasn't allowed to keep them for any length of time, my father was allergic.

Unfortunately, as in most cases, my unacceptable behavior continued to get worse as time moved on. I had servants beat on a regular basis and I was quickly running out of friends that would put up with me. My father noticed my deteriorating behavior.

"Bella, are you alright darling? I noticed your little friends don't come over anymore." My father broached the subject at dinner when I was 12 years old. He was a very skinny, lithe man with a goatee; he kept himself meticulously groomed, lest anyone think he was a commoner.

I sneered at him, for I had begun to look down on him: he wasn't the boss of me anymore. "Of course I'm alright Father, why ever wouldn't I be?"

I'm not sure if he noticed my sneer that night, but his eyes turned dark when he spoke, "I can think of no reason darling, I was just wonder where your playmates went. Should I have one of the maids call on them in the morning?" He steeped his fingers. "One of the maids you have not had beaten, of course."

My Father had never looked at me like that before. His eyes, along with his cavalier attitude towards the servants he normally loved, confused me. I carefully folded my dinner napkin in front of me before I spoke, "There is no need, I will call on them myself in the morning." This answer, I believed, would please him.

"No, I don't believe you will." I looked up at him sharply, surprised by his hard tone. "You will stay here at the manor tomorrow, and the day after. I'm very disappointed with your attitude lately and I think I've come to a conclusion as to its source, would you like to here it?"

This man was a stranger to me, I knew I had to tread carefully with this angry man. I sipped on my water to soothe my dry throat. "Of course I'd like to hear father. You always instruct me on the most fascinating things."

He smirked at me and started picking at his dinner roll. "I do believe you are acting this way because of the lack motherly attention you've been receiving." He waited for me to say something, but I was dumbfounded so he continued on, "I've been treating much like a little pet, to be coddled, and not like a child in need of discipline and love. You see, after your poor mother died I was heartbroken, but you looked so like her, I couldn't help myself."

"Pardon me?" I had no other reply available to me, I could feel something bad was happening but I could do nothing to prevent it.

He tried to smile warmly but it never reached his eyes, they remained cold and hard. "No need to worry yourself darling, I've come up with a perfectly acceptable solution." He gestured towards the doorway, "Go on to your room now, I've work to do."

I wasn't done with my dinner but I hurried to do as my father said. I could tell he was in a strange mood today and I found myself hesitating on the stairway up to my rooms. Crouching down on the stairs, I was able to see my father pause outside of his work rooms. He was humming a strange tune that sounded familiar but I couldn't recall were I had heard it before.

It wasn't the humming that bothered me though, it was the book that he was holding in his hand. He had paused outside of his work room to read an entry near the beginning of the book. The book was tilted at an angle, allowing me to read the title of the book: Custos Morum. Guardian of Mortals? It was the name of a religious sect that had been causing problems recently.


Fear and uncertainty coursed through me as I ran up to my bedroom. It was a large room, just as big as I wanted it. In the middle of the room was a king sized bed with a pink canopy and lovely white roses in vases around it. It was a simple, but extravagant room, I had all the basic necessities at the most expensive prices. There were no toys in sight, I had used my friends for that until recently. My room was placed on the third floor, the farthest in the house from my father's work room in the basement.

That night I threw myself on my bed, uncaring about my beautiful dress. It was only a dress, after all, I had more. I denied it at the time, but I was scared, as scared as I'd ever been. My heart wasn't working right and my hands wouldn't stop shaking. Custos Morum was a horrible sect that had been killing young women around the city, claiming they were saving the young girls from an even worse fate in hell.

The rumors about my mother's death came to my mind. They had said she was a healthy, lively woman, who had died for no apparent reason. It was weeks after she had gone missing before the constable found her body by the river. Her father had been unable to identify her at first, her body was said to have been mutilated before recognition. Strange chemicals had been found in and around her body.

My breathing was erratic and very shallow. I was afraid to know the truth about what was going on, but I had to know. I quickly changed into a lighter, more breathable gown, I was going to find out what was going on with my father. Caution and a sense of the surreal kept me in my room for sometime, making sure everyone in the house was asleep before I started investigating.

I waited for as long as I could before I snuck out of my room. The door opened easily and soundlessly, something my father made sure of. The hallway outside my bedroom was empty and dark. Normally there would be a light on for me, just in case I had to go to the bathroom, but tonight was different. I knew that was a signal for me to stay in my room as I was told, but I crept out into the hall anyway.

The thick Peruvian rug on the floor concealed my footsteps and provided some comfort to my beating heart. When I reached the staircase I was almost to scared to go any farther. I could knew at that moment something was terrible wrong. My personal maid was sitting there, waiting for me.

"Baby, what are you doin' wanderin' about at this hour? Your daddy would be ashamed of you!" My personal maid was a busty woman with three children of her own, they worked as kitchen aids.

In my confused state, I sat down next to her, despite her being a commoner. "Why are you sitting here on the staircase?" I really had hoped her response would be innocent and calm my doubts.

It didn't. "Your daddy told me to make sure you stayed in your rooms tonight. He said he's got a present for you and he doesn't want you to discover it before its time." Her fake smile and the way she stumbled over the word 'present' did nothing for my fears.

"But I want to see it!" I forced myself to whine and sound normal, and she seemed to buy it.

She nodded but continued to block my path on the staircase, "I'm sorry baby, but it won't due for you to go sneakin' around in your father's workspace. You know your daddy's a busy man, now go on and be a good girl."

I wanted to cry. Everything was so strange and difficult to understand. Why was my father reading that horrible book? And why was my maid preventing me from leaving my room?

"Miss Tessa," she had such a pretty name. "Who Custos Morum?" I played dumb, hoping she would unwittingly give me some answers.

She noticeably paled but held tight to her fake smile, "I'm sure I don't know, perhaps one of your fathers business partners? It doesn't matter to worry your head over your fathers affairs, best forget you ever heard the name."

"Could I go ask my father? I really would like to know," I asked politely.

"No! Absolutely not!" Her fierce denial scared me and I inched farther away from her on the steps. Never before had any servant reacted this way, especially considering my well known disposition towards servants. She sighed heavily, "I'm sorry dear but it really is best that you leave your father along right now. He is working on a very important project and it would be extremely unwise to interrupt him."

She glanced down the stairway, obviously nervous of something. "I want to see him!" desperation tinged my voice, I had to prove my father innocent of these imagined crimes.

A feminine giggle floated upstairs to reach Tessa and me, causing both of us to start. Tessa clutched her chest and gave a breathless laugh, "Why see darling? That must be Miss Custos Morum right down there. Now leave your daddy alone to discuss business matter with her alone."

I recognized that laugh, it was one of the annoying friends I no longer talked to. She was a year younger than I, but much prettier. Jealously was the main reason I had stopped associating with the poor girl.

I no longer had any desire to see what my father was doing, escape was my goal now. My father was reading that hideous book and now he had invited one of my friends over at night? I had to get out of this house where everyone seemed crazy but me. But I knew I could never escape on my own. My father had at least 15 servants and I couldn't avoid them all.

An idea came to me, my servant had children, she would help me if she thought I was in trouble. I let the tears that had been pent up inside of me fill my eyes, "Please, don't let anything bad happen to me, please."

I let my body start shaking and my calm facade to drop. Tessa was immediately effected, she gathered me up in her arms and held me there for some time. Strangely enough, it made my feel better, even if it was a lie. I let myself sink into the feeling of a warm, kind woman hugging me. I was unaware of her getting up and carrying me to my bedroom until it was too late.

Reality washed over me when I saw my beautiful red walls, "NO! What are you doing? You have to HELP me!" I struggled and tried to squirm out of her grasp but she held my tightly. I could feel her crying.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I can't let you go, he said he'd hurt my babies if I let you go." She was holding on to me and sobbing. She held and rocked me, our cries mixed together: hers for her children, mine out of a desperation unknown to human kind.

Against my will my eyes started to droop and I fell asleep. I dreamt of horrible things that would soon be overshadowed by reality. Monsters eating mothers, glass kittens covered in blood, frozen people, and children missing their eyes. I woke up screaming.

Once I calmed from my dreams, my fears from the night before seemed fantastical and made up. I chuckled to myself a little at my stupidity. Of course my father had not turned into some crazed monster, he would never hurt me.

I rang for the maid and got dressed in one of my pretty dresses, in the light of day she seemed normal and happy. I even asked her how her children were, and she happily replied that they were growing as fast as ever. Smiling I admired myself in the mirror before I headed downstairs for breakfast.

My father and I always ate breakfast together and like usual he was already there when I entered the dinning room. "Hello father, how are you this morning?"

He looked up from his toast to smile at me, "I'm fine, though tired form my work last night."

I looked closely at him and noticed dark rings under his eyes. "Father you shouldn't work so hard, the bank isn't as important as your health."

He looked at me sharply, anger on his face, "I wasn't working on bank affairs, darling."

My stomach started to hurt but I ignored it, like I ignored the memories of last night's strange events, "Oh? Well whatever you were working on must've been important then." My nagging doubts were too much to ignore. I cautiously brought up one of the topics last night, "I was thinking I might call on Emily, my friend this morning."

His reaction confused me, he smile at me brightly but firmly informed me that I wasn't to leave the house for a few days. "I know I discussed this with you last night, must you be difficult?"

I couldn't tell if he wanted me to answer his question or not so I stuffed my mouth with a muffin. He seemed fine with the silence and finished his toast soon after. He folded his napkin, pushed his chair in, straiten his coat and left. "I'll be in my work room for the next couple days, please don't disturb me."

I went to the bathroom and threw up. My world was turning upside down, it had become a fictional novel, one without a happy ending.

When I exited the bathroom, my maids were there, ready. They had been given strict orders to keep me occupied, they said. It would've been fun, if not for the looming animosity coming from the work rooms that day. My maids outdid themselves, they asked my to try on every dress I owned, 'to make sure they all fit right'.

I was first asked to try on the more elaborate dresses, and I did. With some help, I fit myself into them, to my maids pleasure. I stood in front the the mirror, looking at myself. I looked like a doll. But not a normal doll, not one of the ugly raggedy things that normal girls had, I was a special doll.

The maids put makeup on me and did my hair. They loved cooing over my beautiful curls and they took every opportunity to do it. Once it was determined that one dress needed no modifications, the next one had to be tried on.

It was more than two hours before I could claim the need to go to the bathroom to escape. I had no concrete escape plan laid out, but I knew that I couldn't stay much longer. Looking out of the bathroom window only served to depress me, I was on the second floor. There was no escape from this bathroom.

Pacing did nothing but make my dress swish across the wood floor and annoy me. It reminded me of my once doting father and his strange behavior lately. I almost screamed when one of the maids knocked on the bathroom door, "Are you alright in there, miss?"

I clutched my chest in a vain attempt to stop my heart from beating out of my chest. "Of course I'm fine! Going to the bathroom in this dress takes a little doing, that's all." I took one last look at myself in the mirror before I left the bathroom.

My skin was pale, an ivory color and my eyes had been huge and glassy. I was only grateful that my fear didn't show on my face, the makeup prevented that. The maids seemed to notice my lack of interest in the dresses and instead suggested relaxing in the library.

I was pulled along before I could oppose the suggestion. They set me down in one of the large, comfortable green chairs and gave me a book to read. I was slightly offended that they had not let me pick out my own book, but I didn't voice my displeasure. Instead, I took the opportunity to try and formulate some sort of a plan.

In the day my courage had increased and I was beginning to get curious about what evil scheme my father was working on. With the Tales of Robin Hood in my lap, I dreamt of finding out his evil plot and exposing him to the police. I would be the savior of poor Emily, whom I had heard last night downstairs. I would, of course, inherit all of his wealth and properties, which I would share with the less fortunate.

This fantasy didn't last long of course. My maids were all in one corner gossiping and looking around fearfully. I shut my book of Robin Hood, which I wasn't really reading anyway, and gently placed it on the table next to me. None of the maids noticed. I slowly made my way over to their corner, on the pretense of looking for another book to read.

They seemed to preoccupied with their conversation to notice much of anything at all, I tripped over my dress twice before I finally reached them. I vaguely wondered what they would do if my father had been the one sneaking up on them, they weren't keeping a good watch for him.

I was near Beowulf when I could finally make out their hushed murmurs:"What should we do? I can't let my children stay in this house!" this woman was quickly shushed by the others. Once things quieted down, whispers of agreement were voiced.

Tessa pretended to examine a book before she spoke her comments, "If we just stay put and keep our mouths shut, the boss'll give us no trouble. He need us to keep his secret, right ladies?"

It seemed as if Tessa was the ringleader of this little gang, because all the other maids instantly started discussing the possibility of staying. They acted like they had come up with the idea themselves.

One woman still had doubts though, it was the maid who had spoken first about leaving, "You can't be so naive! We are servants, expendable! He could do to us what he's done to all those other young ladies. We can't go telling his secrets if we're dead, now can we-"

A hard stare from Tessa silenced the frightened maid. "Now you listen here," Tessa roughly grabbed the woman by her hair, "I will not let you go on and endanger my children, do you understand? You will stay here with the rest of us and be a good little servant. I swear it before God, if you do something stupid I will come for you myself." Tessa gave her a good shake, "Am I understood?"

A nod and a small whimper was all that Tessa needed by way of agreement. The rest of the women nodded sagely when Tessa's eyes passed over them. I was too frightened to pretend to be doing something else when her eyes passed over me. She glared at me and I meekly nodded my head, truly fearing for my person.

After that it was a small matter to pretend to read Beowulf while under the maid's watchful eyes. The words swam before me but I couldn't bring myself to look up into the hard eyes of Miss Tessa. She would kill me, I understood that, if I caused any problems for her children.

That day, by way of punishment for eavesdropping, I wasn't allowed to eat lunch. I wouldn't have been able to eat anyway, but it was a basic comfort that I was dearly needing. My throat seemed constantly dry, no matter how much I drank and my stomach kept trying itself into knots.

I tried to creep out of the first floor bathroom window twice, but each time I was caught and the second time I was locked in my room for an hour. That hour was torture. I paced and worried and daydreamed about the horrors my father had done to Emily just last night. My nightmares from the night before and I couldn't stop imagining Emily's terrorized eyes. I spent half the time trying to stave off dry heaves.

I was trying to sleep with my eyes open when one of the maids came in to inform me that my hour was up and that is was time for dinner. I gracefully told the maid that I was sick and wouldn't be attending dinner, but she threatened to get Miss Tessa and that persuaded me to cooperate. I let the maids dress my in one of my pretty dresses, they put makeup on me again, to liven up my color.

Tessa personally escorted me down the stairs to the dinning room. She made her sentiments known when she gave me a painful pinch before leaving the room. I glared at her retreating figure before I turned my attention to the dinning room.

My father was already seated at one end of the table, looking at me expectantly. "Good evening father, how was your work today?" Forcing myself to seem normal was getting harder and harder as the day went on.

He returned my smile, belatedly. "Take a seat darling, I have something I want to discuss with you." H gestured towards the empty chair next to him.

Glancing towards the door, I saw an army of maids waiting for me to make a break for it. I sat next to my normally kind father.

Sipping on my water provided a great excuse not to look at him as he began. "Now darling, I know things have been strange but I have good news!" He looked at me, waiting for a response, when none was forthcoming he continued, "I've made you a new friend! You'll be able to see her tomorrow."

My father seemed genuinely happy, the servants behind him looked ill. I took a bite of turkey and nodded encouragingly. "What is her name again?"

"I don't believe I mentioned it," he replied, "her name is Emily. I'm very sure you will get along with her quite well."

I forced myself to swallow the bile that rose in my throat. What had he done to Emily? "Father," I choked out,"I believe I've come down with the flu, if I could go to bed early tonight?"

The air seemed to thicken around me as I waited for his response. His face went from excited to concerned, "Are you alright darling? Do you need me to call on the doctor?"

I nodded quickly and stumble away from the table. I didn't have to try and walk far because Miss Tessa scooped me up and rushed me to my bedroom. As soon as she had carried me out of earshot, she started murmuring threats, "Don't you dare think of running off young lady, I won't allow it, you hear me?" She shook me, almost causing me to throw up.

I nodded weakly, hoping against hope that she wouldn't shake me again. She seemed to notice my rising nausea and placed me on my bed as soon as we entered the room. I rolled onto my side and did my best to ignore her probing gaze. After a short time she concluded I was seriously ill and not faking it, she left me alone.

I had to escape, I couldn't save Emily by myself as I had daydreamed earlier. My room had become a cage that I was desperate to escape. I immediately ran to my window, hoping for some miracle that would allow me to climb out to freedom. But below my window was the agonizingly familiar gravel path that led to the gardens. I couldn't even use my sheets as a rope to climb down, they had been removed from my bed. The maids knew I would try and make a break for it.

It was starting to get dark outside and with each passing second my fear grew. My heartbeat was so loud in my ears I expected the maids to come investigate the offending sound. I rushed to the door, listening for the maids. They were there, outside my door, preventing me from doing anything stupid.

The tears started every slowly, at first they were stuck in my eyes. It took sometime for the tears to overflow unto my face, but they did it. With the tears came the crying. I tried to be quiet so as not to attract the attention of the horrible people outside my door, but I couldn't keep it in. The sobs racked my body. I was going to die, I thought. Or at least discover one of my friends had been murdered or enslaved.

"Someone please help me," I moaned, hoping against hope that an angel would hear me. And for the first and last time in my life, an angel did hear me.

I was curled into a ball under my bed, wishing for the monsters there to eat me, when she came into my room. She was the maid from earlier, the one who had wanted to leave. She searched for me, but was unable to find the small, frightened girl under the bed. I shivered, more scared of her than I had been of anything else in my life.

"You can come out now darling, I'm here to help you." She seemed nice enough, but I knew she would deliver me to my father, I couldn't trust her.

My eyes were wide open in fear, but I could see nothing the darkness under the bed. I had to clasped my hands over my mouth to prevent her from hearing my silent cries. I couldn't let them find me.

"Darling, I won't hurt you. I think you need to go to the bathroom soon, right? If I were you I would be careful around that window, it seemed loose this morning and even though the bushes would catch your fall, it still would hurt if you fell out of it." With that she looked around once more and left the room.

I could hardly believe my ears, was it a trap? I didn't care, it was a chance of freedom. I scrambled out from under the bed, bruising my knees and elbows. I didn't feel the pain, only desperate hope.

I knocked on my bedroom door, shifting from foot to foot as I waited for the maids to answer. "Yes?" It was Tessa.

"I have to go pee!" I didn't have to fake the urgency in my voice, I really needed to get to that bathroom. The door opened and I bolted out as fast as I could. Behind me I saw flash as Tessa quickly waved to the other maids.

The maids yelled and cased after me but they soon gave up when they saw I was heading to the bathroom and not the front door. "You hurry up in there now!" I'm sure I would've heard them even if they whispered it. All my senses were hyper aware.

In the bathroom I saw that the window was indeed open. The chilly evening wind blew in and caused me to shiver. The sweat on my skin dried instantly, making me feel dirty and uncomfortable, I ignored it.

I cautiously glanced out of the window and saw that the bushes that would break my fall. Carefully, I locked the door to the bathroom. Pausing to make sure none of my captors heard the telltale click. No reaction from the outside. My breathing was becoming labored and I strained to get a air into my lungs. The air was thickening with every breath and I knew that soon I would died of suffocation.

Walking over to the window seemed the longest walk of my life. My feet seemed to drag and my dress was heavier and heavier every footstep. But nothing stopped me, I found myself at the window, despite no air and the weight of the world on my shoulders.

As I stepped up on the edge of the window I heard whimpering coming up from my throat. I only knew it was me because no one else was around. It was such an unconscious sound that I was unable to stop it. Nor could I stop the scream that torn from my throat when I jumped off the edge of the window.

For one glorious second, I felt free and safe from everything. I was flying through the air where no one could catch me, but indeed, the ground did catch me. Both the maid and I had miscalculated, the bushes could've never caught me. Instead, I was welcomed into the cold, unforgiving bosom of the earth.

Pain exploded in my legs and back. My arms wouldn't move, my neck was similarly frozen. I couldn't even cry out, my mind was whole consumed with the pain and the hopelessness of it all. I could feel the blackness creeping in at the edges of my vision and I welcomed it, who wouldn't welcome a reprieve from such horrendous injuries?

But wave after wave of pain kept me aware of my surroundings for over an hour. I laid there, unable to move, unable to die. The cold ground pressed against my back, sharp rocks greedily spilled my blood all over the earth that had so graciously caught me. Tears gathered in my eyes, the salty tears burned their way across my scratched and torn face.

"Oh baby what happened to you?" It was my father. Like any child in unimaginable pain, I forgot everything else and sought only comfort from him. My eyes pleaded with my father to take away the pain, to end it.

"Come here, its alright now. I have a friend for you, remember?" He carefully gathered me up in his arms and cradled me there. I could see the servants all gathered around, concern and pity in their eyes. I didn't care.

He carried me to his work room, the only time I had every entered it. The pain blurred everything I saw, but it was a well lit room, with plenty of tables. He gently laid me down on one of those tables. "There you are, sweet little girl of mine. Just lay back and I'll go find your new friend."

I didn't understand. Pain confused and disoriented me, didn't he see I was dying. Why was he trying to find me a friend when I was in so much pain? When he entered my vision again he was carrying a doll. It was a pretty thing, it looked just like Emily.

I managed to turn my head to look at my father. Please, I made my eyes say, please help me! I can't live with this pain...

My father seemed to hear me because he put down the doll and focused on me. "Yes I can see that you've managed quite well to hurt yourself. Lets see what I can do about that."

He roughly straightened out my legs and arms, causing my to black out for a few seconds. When I came to again, he was standing over me with the book I had seen him with earlier.

"Now how am I supposed to do this...no, no, that won't work..." he mumbled to himself. "There we go!" He leaned over me excitedly, "I've got it darling, I was waiting to do this one till later but I think now is just the right time! You'll be the prettiest doll I've ever made!"

It took a moment for me to understand him through the fog in my head. A doll? Her name is Emily...a new friend...a doll...NO! This wasn't how he was supposed to help me! Terror stopped my heart and my breathing came in shallow pants. Escape. I had to get out I had to save myself. I didn't want to be turned into a doll!

Pain terrorized my body and I almost passed out, trying to force my limbs to carry me away. But he saw me thrashing and trying to get away and he chuckled. He grabbed an instrument from a nearby table, "It'll be over soon, doll."

It was a tube. He roughly hit my leg, making my cry out in pain. While my mouth was open he forced the tube in. It blocked my breathing and I panicked, I thrashed and spit and coughed. Air! I couldn't breathe! My body reacted instinctively, bucking and squirming, anything to remove the offending object.

"Now, now, stop moving about so much! Dolls aren't supposed to breathe you know," he giggled to himself.

No matter how I struggled, the tube would not move. The terror slowly faded from my mind as did everything else. I died slowly, in pain, and with no oxygen.
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I woke up as I am now, a doll for children to play with. Though no one let children near dolls back then. It was as if they could tell how we had been made. I was the first one, for it was later found out that my fathers experiments with Emily had failed. I sat on a shelf for years, in his work room, watching him make hundreds other like me.

When they awoke I could see the horror in their glass eyes much as I had awoke. I screamed for weeks inside my porcelain prison, before I finally gave up. Sometime I still feel my phantom body shaking in horror and paralyzing fear, but it never lasts long.


Sorry for all the grammer and spelling mistakes. I don't have Microsoft word, I had to write it on Gaia, in the reply box ^.^
sad I know it has plenty of room for improvement