Original Character Oneshots

The Doll

      Catherine sat in her room as she always did whenever there was company over. She played with her dolls on her bed, and brushed her snow-white hair. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror, pinkish red eyes stood out among her features. She looked down at her dolls. They were normal. With black hair, brown eyes, and blond with blue. But then there was one in the corner.

       She slowly scooted over to that one. Her mother had given it to her. The doll's name was Isabella. She was smaller, just a rag doll, but it was her favorite. Made just for her, to make her feel better. The same features as her, the same condition the isolated the both of them from the others. Catherine from the other people, and Isabella from the other dolls, albinism.

      Catherine ran her fingers through Isabella's un-dyed yarn hair. She grasped the doll in her hand and looked out the window, at all the kids running and playing outside with their friends. How she begged her father to let her go out with them. She looked over at her calendar, "June 17, 1903" it said. It had been 3 months now since she had last gone outside.

      She had loved meeting other kids her age, and the questions they would ask! They asked about her hair, what it was like being royal, (they could tell by her dress), and what other places were like. She was only be able to really answer two of those questions. She had never left her city, but her mother told her about what the world was like was she and Catherine's father traveled.

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      "Catherine!" her father's voice rung through her ears as he pounded on her door. She rushed to pack her bags, and listened closely. There was a softer voice trying to tell her father something, it wasn't her mother. Catherine shoved the packed bags on her bed. She looked around her room again. Nothing else worth bringing.
"Catherine." He father seemed to of calmed down thanks to the person with the soft voice, "I'll leave you alone for now, but tomorrow you have to be ready to leave."

She didn't know if it was her father's words or the open window in front of her that made her shiver. I'm 15. I should be making my own choices, she reassured herself grabbing the smallest bag with what she needed for a night. The other bags were a distraction to make her father think she was ready to leave to Germany but just went to another part of the estate for one reason or another and would be back soon.

She hopped from the window knowing exactly what to do. Slid down the wall and out into the town as quickly as possible. Her hair was covered with a handkerchief and she just moved through the street until she reached the house. She knocked on the door and her best friend, her only friend opened the door and let her inside. They quietly ran to her room.

They sat on the bed and Catherine took off her handkerchief revealing her hair. This would be the last time she would see her, maybe forever. She laid down. The girl ran her fingers through her hair as she slowly fell asleep.

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