Just a doll

Amanda and Getā

When I was little my parents tried to exclude their problems to be as close to me as possible and assist me, why? Because before me they lost their first child, but no one in the family explained to me how and every time I asked for something they changed speech. When I turned 5 they started leaving me with some kind of babysitter, she was made up like a clown and had a crack on her cheek like a damaged porcelain doll, she was wearing pastel colored clothes, brown hair and completely gray eyes. At the first meeting we had a chat, so as to get to know each other better, "What's your name?" She asked me. "My name is Amanda, and you?" I replied, "I'm Getā" she replied with a smile. I had never heard someone with that name. Even though she was weird she always played with me, she was very kind and helpful. Although she and I grew up we didn't want to separate.Even when I was 12, she was always with me helping me with my homework and giving me tips for making friends. One really weird thing was that I was growing up but she didn't change at all.While we were in the garden looking at the sky I asked her: "I know I'm asking you so suddenly, but how old are you?" Getā looked at me for a moment puzzled and then began to count on her fingers. "Between life and death..hm..21 "she answered smiling. I laughed with her, even though I didn't understand why she added the" between life and death "but I thought she was joking. One of my usual mornings, as soon as I finished the lessons, I went home with a friend of mine; she as soon as she saw her Getā she jumped. I looked at her confused. "Is everything okay Emma?" I asked her with a puzzled air. "Amanda you literally have a 1.70 meter doll in your room and are you surprised that it scares me?". Doll? What was she talking about? Geta was a person of flesh and blood. "What are you saying? She's a girl like us." I exclaimed angrily. Then Emma shook Geta, but she didn't react, she seemed... fake. "See? Why do you get so hot about a fake thing" she replied. I was very confused and kept staring at Geta. After we started doing our homework, I didn't speak to her all afternoon, either out of anger or amazement. As soon as the mother came to pick her up and left, I shook Geta again. "She finally left. . "She exclaimed with a whipped air." Let me tell you you have to look for best friends who don't treat you like an idiot ". She acted as if she had treated me badly, I tried to ask her about why she had not moved but she was trying to change the subject. The next day I noticed that Emma was out of school, so I went to her house to make sure she was okay. As soon as she opened the door I saw Emma's mother, now lifeless, in a pool of blood, her eyes had been torn out Street. I was there, staring at that scene in silence until she heard footsteps approaching, I saw the door that she led into the garden and, not thinking twice, she walked out of there; Emma was slumped to the ground, her eyes were dead, her throat was slit. Next to her body, Getā stood there staring at her, her pastel yellow dress was now dyed a horrible red, in her hand he had a knife, also dipped in blood. I burst into tears and, trying to stifle my sobs, ran home. I ran to my parents and told him what I had seen. They looked at each other for a few minutes, perplexed, worried. Then my mother's voice: "Honey are you sure you're okay? Did you go to sleep late tonight?" I looked at her in amazement: "I swear he threw them and killed them!". "Stop making up nonsense and she thinks of more important things, have you done your homework?" My father replied angrily. I ran to my room, they thought I was playing a joke, how could they think such a thing? While I was reflecting immersed in her thoughts, she heard mine arguing, my mother called someone on the phone, I put my ears on the door to hear better. "My daughter needs medical attention, please help us." She wanted to send me to a psychiatric hospital, it was clear. She snapped the door open and I headed for the door, she went out of the house and ran as far as possible;
I was lost, I had been running for 10 minutes now, I was tired and the trees were blocking the moonlight not letting me orient. Suddenly a bark, I was trying to understand where it came from until something, or rather someone, hit me behind the head ; I woke up in the cave, it was cold, my hands and legs were tied to a hospital bed, I wriggled, I tried to free myself in every way but it was in vain. A figure approached me, it was Geta. "Oh you will be afraid in such a dark place, now I'll take care of it." A candle went out, the light was dim but I could see what was in front of me. Emma, ​​my lifeless parents, instead of her eyes were black buttons and their mouths had been sewn into a horrible smile. ""Now they can no longer treat you badly are you happy?" an insane smile was on Geta's face. I looked at the terrified scene and replied desperately: "WHY DID YOU DO THIS? YOU ARE A PSYCHOPATHIC CRAZY ". "THEY WANTED TO HURT YOU, THEY DID NOT WANT YOU, I WANTED YOU WELL" she yelled at me. "THIS IS NOT NORMAL" I yelled at her in turn, Getā laughed and replied: "I understand, I'll show you what is normal. We will never separate Amanda. "I didn't even have time to scream. Darkness, a horrible darkness ... a darkness from which I will never be able to get out again, a darkness that will never allow me to see the light again.