50 deaths 50 mysteries

Bloody dolls

New Mexico's POV

I woke up in a place that wasn't my room and fear struck through me, I all of a sudden felt so scared. I panicked a lot, I was also hanging from the ceiling by chains, I struggled around for a long time before I gave up and stopped. I cried out in pain because my wrists burned in a pain, I looked at the ground tears forming in my eyes as I wondered what was going to happen to my and soon I started sobbing and shaking. My body hurt more and more as time went on, my wrists were burning with pain, my arms hurt from being pulled at, it felt like they were going to be dislocated from the stretching pressure. I put my head back and I laid there limp, the skin on my neck just as much now, My stomach cramped for not eating for hours so I questioned how long I've been here.

I groaned as tears continued to fall from my face and went dull and shut my eyes, I closed them hoping I would wake up back in bed. I closed them hoping this was a dream and I would wake up at home safe, but when I opened them, I said to myself, only one could dream, i waited and waited my tongue feeling dryer.

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Six says had passed and, I somehow wasn't dead yet from how much blood I have lost, I was slowly being turned into a doll. My legs' skin had already been replaced with different yellow fabrics, my head hung back, everything felt weird, I could feel the fabric from the inside and it didn't feel right at all, he had also shoved stuffing in with my leg insides. Everything had hurt more as the days passed, I wondered how worried dad was, what death even felt or was like. I lifted my head up getting rid of my thoughts and looked down at my legs, I nearly felt like throwing up at the sight. Everything was bloody and nothing even looked right, some bloody cotton was coming out, some parts of muscle was out of the fabric, even some stitches had broken, it all was disgusting.

My eyes had even stung like hell because there was heavy smell of chlorine, I somehow had not noticed the smell until now. I realized how scary my situation was and tears formed in my eyes and soon I puked up just stomach acids, I cried out because my thought burned. I didn't notice he had come down until he snapped his fingers in front of my face and I flinched but didn't look up and he slapped me. I looked up tiredly and he flinched and doubled over in pain and yelled out and I heard a whisper in my ear that I was too tired to even hear correctly and I shut my eyes but couldn't open them.

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I woke up on the ground and felt over joyed that I had been freed from those chains and soon I had smelled something unfamiliar. I sat up and looked at myself, my body was fully made out if fabric and I looked around and saw Colorado, they were smoking, It wasn't a cigarette they were smoking because if it was, I would've recognized the smell already as I smoke myself. Colorado took the item out of their mouth and puffed out smoke.

"morning sleepy," They said, "do you know how long you've been asleep?"

I looked at them and Colorado sighed and put whatever they're smoking back in they're moth before putting up eight fingers.

"Eight days?!" I yelled

They nodded and stood up, they walked over to me and I finally recognized what they were smoking, it was cannabis, or marijuana.

"I thought I told you to stop smoking that stuff." I said sadly

They sighed, "death is depressing, especially when you have to pick up other dead states or even witness it, this help though."

My heart kind of shattered at knowing the reason for Colorado smoking cannabis again, but I mean, it's Colorado.

"Come on buddy, let's go home."

They helped me up and some sort of a deep blue magic surrounded us, it was weird but soon we were home. I was at my room with them and Colorado patted my shoulder.

"Go get some sleep buddy." Colorado said and fell back into the floor disappearing, it left flowers. The flowers were Blue Columbines flowers that sprouted quickly and wilted within seconds. It looked strange, could only specific states do this it all of us?