BECKY IN A BOX

Chapter 6

Freen's POV

PAST

Today is my day off.

I went to the basement and found Becky's doll version along with my other doll collection.

Unlike my other doll collection, she's unbelievably realistic. Even her eyes looked so real. And her lips,

I gulped by the thought.

Tsk

What's wrong with me?.

Well, what if she's just a hallucination after all?. Was my brain just playing tricks on me?.

AM I GOING CRAZY?

But I can see, hear and touch her so she must be real. Right?.

I researched all about it and thought maybe I really am crazy.

Nooo. This can't be.

7 PM

I'm still in my room overthinking until I heard footsteps from the stairs til' it reached my room, knocking the door 3 times.

I gasped and asked,

"W-who's there?." As I grabbed a pair of scissors.

"It's Becky."

And then I let my guard down and opened the door. She's wearing the same clothes.

"When are you taking me for a bath?." She asked.

"Bath?."

"Yeah. Like how you clean each of your other dolls."

"H-how did you know I--"

"They told me."

SILENCE

"T-they did not. And how could they? They're dolls!."

"And so am I. Anyways, what are you still doing?. Wash me." She demanded.

"You're crazy."

"Says the girl talking to a doll." She said.

"I-I'm not crazy!."

"Yeah sure."

"I know you're a real person and you're just messing up with my head!."

"Prove it." She smirked.

"Excuse me?."

"Only you can see me." Becky said.

"You're lying." I told her.

*Ding dong*

I looked out the window to check it is and it's my mom.

I can't help but panic once she directly just entered the house with the spare key I gave her.

"Y-you, go hide." I told Becky.

"For what reason?." She said as she sat on my bed comfortably.

"My mom is here and she can't see you in my room, like this. She might think I have some female lover or anything--"

"Hey, chill. She won't."

"You don't know my--m-mom, hey--"

Flabbergasted is an understatement when my mom entered the room.