Hey guys, just another story that i'm writing. Please don't judge it badly, and I'd love to hear your thoughts. It would help a lot. Thanks.
Preface:
Dolls. They are what bring joy and happiness to the young, and the young at heart. But can I doll like Elaine possibly bring joy to anybody?
December 6th 1943-
My mother and I often went on walks, especialy in Winter. We loved seeing the snow, and we enjoyed watching the deer, and the bunnies. Especialy the bunnies. "Mother, I think I see something", I said enthusiasticaly. "The deer? I see them too, aren't they lovely", my mother said, although she didn't know what I was talking about. "No, mother I see something, not the deer". I knew there was something there behind the tree's, I just knew it, and I had to prove it. "Darling, where are you going". But before I could answer, I had found it. "Mother look, come quickly", I shouted with excitement. I watched as my mother made her way over. "Emily, oh Emily it's lovely. Where did you find it"? "It was under the tree's, see, I told you there was something there", I saw the happiness that gleamed in my mothers eyes, ever since father died, she hasn't been the same. Her smiles were very rare these days. "You know, I had a doll when I was about your age, and it looked very similar to that one". "Maybe this is your one mother", I asked. It was possible, I meen, my mother used to live here when she was little, she told me, and if she ever lost it, well, this could be hers. "Oh no, it's not my doll, mine had brown hair, and, well it couldn't be that doll anyway, because my doll broke", her voice faded as she finished talking. "Mother I", "Well, she was good while she lasted. Why don't we take her home and clean her up"?,
As we got home, I quickly ran into my bedroom. I sat up on my bed, and picked up the doll. As soon as I looked into her eyes, a name appeared in my head. Elaine. Elaine? Maybe Elaine was the dolls name. I strait away named the doll Elaine. I then grabbed my mothers mascara. I barely had any dolls, I had only ever had one. I loved dressing up dolls, but I never really had the chance. I'm sure my mother wouldn't mind me using her mascara for the doll, I'm sure she won't. I then went to put it on. "You know, for a doll, you have really pretty eyes, and when I say pretty, I meen....". Everything stopped. I dropped the mascara, along with the doll. My gleaming smile, just faded away. My head began to tilt, and I could no longer speak. What was happening to me?
"Emily dear, Emily?", my mother said as she walked into my bedroom. "Emily it's dinner time now okay"? My mother noticed my change of persionality. She noticed how I didn't react to her saying a single word. I wanted to move, I wanted to speak. But I couldnt. But why? What has made me like this? Why can't I do anything? Am I ill? I've heard about people getting paralised, but, I havn't fallen, I havn't broken anything, have I?
