-------------------- >My Stɸʁў
My life so far: There isn't much I can tell you about my life honestly. You probably really don't want to know anyway. . . B-But that's fine! I-I can't say that I blame you. I'm not very interesting. Umm. . .if you really want to know, then I guess there's no harm in telling you. It's just really boring so if you get up and leave, that's okay too. Now, I guess I should start from the beginning. I was born into a pretty decent family. A mom who loved the dad and a dad who loved the mom just as much. No divorce or fighting much. So that's pretty good, right? I was also born with a twin sister. Her name was Delilah. We were real close because she was basically my other half. We did all kinds of stuff together.
Our favorite thing to do was have fashion shows with our dolls or helping mama cook. Even though we did cause a bunch of messes for her. I guess you can say we were a happy family. I really wish it could have lasted. When we both turned twelve, a terrible accident happened. We wanted to have our birthday party outside because we loved climbing and it was just so nice out! We were on the front porch playing with a few of our friends. Of course, we were young and stupid then so when one of them suggested to play truth or dare, we agreed. If only we had just ignored it. None of us had ever crossed a street by ourselves and Delilah was boasting about how she was practically a grown up. We were both dared to cross the street by ourselves and back. There hadn't been many cars around so when Delilah told me we could do it, I foolishly believed her.
The funny thing is. . .we probably would have made it just fine. But I tripped on my shoe lace and slipped from her hand. I thought that I had time to retie my shoes in the middle of the street. I wasn't paying attention. I didn't see the car and the driver was on the phone, not paying attention to me either. I didn't realize what was going on until Delilah picked me up and pushed me out of the way. The car swerved at the last second but by then I hit the ground hard and blacked out. When I woke up, I was surrounded by people checking on me. Strangers. I wanted my mom and dad, but they were on the ground holding each other and crying over the splattered remains of my twin. We weren't the same after that and they couldn't look at me anymore. I looked too much like Delilah. It pained them to have me around. So they sent me to live with my Uncle who was a tailor.
I helped him work on clothes and fixing mannequins. Somewhere along the line, he showed me his true passion of clockwork and doll making. He just didn't have the skills to do it properly so he passed it down to me and taught me everything he knew. In my free time, I studied as much as I could about both forms of art because I wanted to make him proud. I wanted to have some kind of purpose again because for the longest time. . .I felt I didn't mean anything. I was a waste of space without my other half beside me. Things were starting to get better for me then, but I just couldn't make the dolls seem real enough or good enough. It was frustrating. As I did some more studying, I discovered a supernatural art of soul weaving. Something people didn't believe to be real. I thought it would be harmless so I gave it a try.
I don't know how I did it, but I did it. I was able to possess a lost soul that had never been able to pass out and I weaved it into the body of one of my dolls. For a while nothing happened so I started to think I had done something wrong. Until the eyes blinked. Not once, but a few times. Then her arms began to move and she stood up, looking at herself as if she couldn't believe this either. I had no idea who the soul was or what kind of life they might have had, until it looked up at me and laughed. "Look at you sis! You got so big!" That scared me but then it made me happy. I had my sister back. I had my best friend back. Yet it didn't feel right. . . She looked nothing like me anymore. She was smaller now and she didn't have a heartbeat like mine. Though she said, despite what had happened, she was happy to be with me again too. Now I carry her everywhere I go so I know no one can ever take her away from me again.
When I explained the whole story to my Uncle. . .he looked frightened. As if I had discovered some dark magic never meant to be a part of this world. Which is probably true. However, seeing the doll moving on its own like it were a real thing. . .it was like seeing his life long dream finally coming true. He did not shun me for it. Instead, he sent me here to work on my skills further and to make both of our dreams a reality. So there. That's my story. I hope you liked it, but, I'm sure you most likely didn't. Oh well. . .
My relationships: I don't have much family anymore. Just my uncle who often calls to check on my progress. And my only friend is my sister. She's all I'll ever need.
