Doll

Chapter 2 - Abuse

Norman and Emma ran for their lives, narrowly avoiding being caught. One of the demons had smelt them but luckily they made it out before being seen by all but Y/N. The teens had made it halfway home before Emma's legs gave out. Norman stopped and looked back at her, bending over his knees to catch his breath. "Are you okay?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

Of course she wasn't. Who would be? Emma curled up in a ball, hyperventilating. So many thoughts raced through her head. 'Who is Mama really? How do we get everyone out? No one else can leave! We need to get out of here! Poor Conny. What was Mama doing to Y/N? Y/N can talk? We need help. This will scare the others.' And the thoughts kept going. She didn't feel safe anymore. She was drained of her happiness. All of her years she spent happy in that orphanage were fake and she hated it.

"This place is a farm?" She tried her best to speak and shakily made her way onto her knees. "We're all just food? Wait, didn't everyone go to foster homes? Mom is a normal loving mother right? This is all a mistake. What we saw wasn't Conny. It couldn't be."

Norman was finally able to stand straight and control his breathing. Emma looked up and their eyes met. The boy took a deep breath, "I'm afraid, it was Conny." It was almost like their past was coming to haunt them. The screams they had heard earlier coming from the room off of the tunnel sounded again, this time however, they came from Emma. Norman rushed to her side trying to comfort her all while easing his hand over her mouth. If their mom or the demons heard them, he didn't know what would happen. He guessed he and Emma would meet the same fate as Conny.

That night when the two of them got home they planned for their escape. Their escape with everyone, they wouldn't leave anyone behind. Not too far away, their closest friend and ally, Ray, listened.

When Isabella watched the demons pull the rabbit out from under the truck and place it in her hand, her body stiffened. So did Y/N's. Now Isabella knew someone had been there and she wasn't going to let it go. After a few minutes passed the demons were finally on their way, taking the truck which carried Conny with them. When Isabella was sure they had made it far enough away she looked down at the girl who lay almost lifeless on the floor.

"Y/N.." She purred sweetly as she stepped forward on top of the child's leg, digging her heel into her skin. "Did you see who it was?"

Y/N just let out a squeak. She wasn't able to say it. Those kids were probably traumatized. They were smart though. She knew they would be able to get out of there. It was then that she realized she didn't mind dying. She had wanted to die for a while now but she was happy she might be able to die happy. If she could help even a little bit she would be satisfied. It wouldn't be much longer now.

"If you step there it will leave a mark. The kids will be able to see it then."

Isabella's eyes went wide with anger. How dare she tell me what to do? She thought. "It's not like they will care though." She pressed the heel of her boot deeper into her skin. The pain she felt wasn't enough to get her to shout out again. By this time the girl had already passed out. It was that time of the night once again when her body had enough. The pain and exhaustion she had gone through was enough to kill a person. Luckily for Isabella, the poor child had been eased into all the abuse. Each day she was able to torcher her for a bit longer than the night before. It always ended with the little h/c girl losing consciousness and when she woke up..

Covered in more marks than she fell asleep with. Y/N still only wore her undergarments but luckily her new clean white clothes sat in a neatly folded pile beside her. When the morning bell rang she shot up letting out a pained squeak as her joint cracked. She looked at her body. Cuts scattered her arms and torso and bruises seemed to appear on her legs for the first time. Her knees felt like they had been hit with hammers and she had tiny scratches and grass burns all over her back and legs. Slowly she moved to get dressed before breakfast. Today was one of the few days in the week she was able to eat with the others. Of course she was still very segregated from the rest of the group but if she needed food.