Eye see you

Chapter 8; Tears and blood

     “Shhh…” The doll warned as the two crept out of the house and into the night, quiet darkness, calm and sweet surrounded them. Liberty’s heart pounded heavily inside her small rib cage.  Liberty’s golden hair flew behind her as she ran once she was far enough from the house, the doll struggling to keep up.  “Idiot.” The doll cursed silently out of ear shot. “LIBERTY!” It shouted hoping to catch the girl’s attention.  Liberty turned to face the wicked creature.

     “What?” She asked quietly, afraid to awaken anyone close by which was impossible seeming that they were in a large field surrounded by cows.

     “There is a woman in the barn up ahead; you must make do with him whatever I want.” It hissed mercilessly pointed to a red and brown old barn that had been there for as long as she could remember, Allie and she used to play quietly hide or die in there, which was always Allie’s idea. 

     “And I kill her with this?” She asked gesturing to the knife that she held stiffly in her hand, the moonlight dancing off the blade in a show of light.

     “Yes, I will sit and watch as you must do it correctly.” The doll instructed.  Liberty couldn’t help but think maybe this wasn’t the first time the doll had done this. Liberty nodded slowly, she was terrified, terrified to end someone’s life when hers at just begun, terrified to get caught and never see Allie or her mother ever again, to never eat her mother’s chocolate cake again, to never hug chip, or to get a real dog.  The pair had reached the old barn and Liberty’s heart took off beating faster than ever before, tears streaming down her cheeks.

     “Please, please don’t make me do this…” She begged softly turning to the doll. The doll didn’t look but only stared ahead to the fate that awaited both the woman and Liberty.

      “Liberty it will get easier, I promise, this first time I understand you will feel pain and guilt, but it will fade away until you feel nothing.” The doll spoke surprisingly soft and gentle.  Liberty nodded and crept into the barn where she could hear the faint yet slow breathing of a sleeping and blissful person.  Liberty turned to the doll again whom only nodded a cruel smile in the process.  Liberty clutched the knife even harder as if for support she wouldn’t get.  She slowly stepped next to the sleeping body and noticed how pretty the girl looked.  She looked kind and not very young or at least not to her, maybe 17 years old. She had a sweet glow about her with auburn hair tied back in a messy ponytail, tan and nice skin, and a slim frame which was dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans, with freckles dancing across her face.  Liberty didn’t think but only of one thought; to save her mother.  She took the knife quickly and plunged the knife into the girl’s heart. Liberty with her eyes shut only retrieved the knife refusing to look at her victim ran towards the door, where the doll stopped her. 

     “Eye, take an eye.” The doll demanded looking annoyed with the girl’s memory.

     “Bu-But But…” The girl tried to argue but only cried once more.  She walked back towards the bleeding corpse and saw the red liquid flowing all around her, pools and puddles forming of sacred liquid that she knew flowed through all of our veins.  She took the knife once more and cut around the left eye until she was able to pull it out.  She snatched it and carried it to the doll, which took it gratefully and smiled that cruel evil smile that Liberty despised ever so much. 

     “Once it will be hard and twice will be better but with guilt.” The doll sang and the two took off running into the moonlight.