Emotion Chaser

Chapter 2

She woke up and looked around the room, not remembering when she fell asleep. Even though she was not planning to, she does not mind it, but decides to stay in her bed until late in the afternoon. Until her phone rings, and she looks at the table beside her to pick it up. It was a message from Emma,

"Hey Giselle. Do you want to hang out with us? We're heading to the donut shop." She stared at the message, and then began pressing the buttons.

"Sure! I'll meet you two there" She replied.

She then placed down her phone on her stomach, looking over at the clock on her wall. It was 6:00, a lot earlier than she thought. So, she got up from her bed and began to dress up, wearing her usual pink dress and two ribbons in her hair. And she picked up her doll and walked out to the sun once again. It's been a while since she saw the sun twice a week, everything feels so new to her as she looked around. Everything looked so bright compared to her house, but it's not completely unexpected.

She looked at the donut shop in front of her, feeling nostalgic. She has not been in the donut shop since Gya's birthday. So, she walked inside, looking at the bright pink walls, searching for her friends. They were sitting at the very back of the shop, speaking to each other. She couldn't hear them very well since everything was so loud, but she could tell by their faces that something wasn't right. She furrowed her eyebrows, curious about what they might be talking about.

"Giselle, I'm so glad you're here." Gya said as she saw Giselle with a smile on her face. She offered Giselle the chance to sit down with them. "Hello hello! What are you all talking about?" Giselle asked with a bright smile on her face. Sitting down in the table with Gya and Emma.

"We noticed there are an uncontrolled number of demons going around. And we don't know how to deal with most of them, we can't even find some of them!" Emma said with her hands on her cheeks. "It is stressing to think about it, what would happen to our people? What if us three are not enough to protect this world from these demons and this negative energy?" Emma began to speak rapidly out of her anxiety. Giselle stared at her, remembering that demons are created out of negativity by others. So maybe she thought. Maybe you are part of the reason there are so many.

Emma has always been so anxious about everything. It could be something so simple, and she'll freak out. It surprises Giselle how well she can hide her fear while in battle whether it's a smile or a tough look that covers it up. As if she's trying to show no fear towards the demons, but even though she's the oldest and most skilled out of the three of us, she is the most anxious.

"Don't worry Emma, we'll get through it. After all, we're all skilled, aren't we? We can't even die that easily." Gya tried telling her with a comforting voice and a pat on her back. "It's not my death I'm worried about its about you and others!!!" Emma snapped almost at once.

Sometimes Giselle can't quite understand why Emma is the way she is. Why she's so anxious about everything even though she can't be physically hurt. After all, she wasn't the one who was raised by her. Gya was, so maybe she might know a little more about Emma.

An uncontrolled number of demons going around Giselle thought to herself as she walked past the donut shop. She looked back for a second, seeing Gya and Emma walking towards a neighborhood nearby. As she stares at them, she wishes that she would feel pity. She wishes she could feel why it's such a big deal why they're all so worried about these demons.

She never felt that worried even though it meant the death of others, not because it happens but because her mind is always empty. Her heart is empty, everything is empty, and she wants to fill that hole in her heart. But what can she do about it? She's just a doll, she can't feel any pain. All she can do is protect people from evil.

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She dreamed of them again, her parents. She dreamed of being there again, stuck in her colorful room because she had broken one of the princess rules that they set for her. She was in her bed crying because it hurt so much. It hurts to think that she's a disappointment to her family, it hurts to think that she was supposed to be a perfect girl for them and them only. But who knew that they had to kill the human inside of her in order to become perfect?

Giselle stared at the ceiling when she woke up from her dream, listening to the only silence there was. Her heartbeat, the white noise in her ears, and car engines passing through outside of the house. She slowly listened to the environment around her for as long as she needed to in order to fall asleep again. But it's been minutes, and she can't. So, she sat up and looked around the floor to see her clothes all over the ground. It didn't make her uncomfortable that her house was dirty, yet she was bored and couldn't sleep. So, she decided to stand up and clean her room. It didn't help much, but she wanted to do something. She wanted to feel alive for once so badly that it began to make her more desperate than she was before.

She stared at her hands as she was done organizing the clothes from the ground. And began to touch her face, and then her hair, soon pulling it as hard as she could causing a little bit of hair to fall off. It didn't hurt, it just made her more desperate It just made her despite being a doll, it just made her despite herself for not being perfect enough to stay with her parents. Yet knowing well that they're the reason she turned out this way.

She turned to the chair in her room, where she saw Gabrielle sitting with her head facing her. She stared at the doll and picked up a blade from her cabinet and slowly walked towards her. A tiny bit of fear grew in her the closer she got. The thought of death clouded her mind for a second, what would happen? Would she go to heaven or hell? Would she even go somewhere? Would anybody even care? Would the world be better without her?

She slowly raised up the blade to stab the doll, yet before she did, the fear faded away almost instantly, as if she didn't care if she died, or even as if she wanted to die. But she dropped the blade and stared at the doll unbothered. Slowly, she walked back towards her bed and lay on top of it, face first.

It bothers her, it bothers her so much to think about these humans and the way they get to be happy. The way they get to experience such beautiful emotions, and how once she could have experienced the same if she didn't become a doll. No, she could have never in that hell of a house. She could have never be as happy and as alive as others, this is the best she can have as a doll. But she wants more so badly, she wants to be human again. She wishes to be able to go back in time and be able to escape that house, it was terrible, she hated it so much until she had no hatred to feel.

Laying down, there is only the ceiling and her staring at each other, thoughts of emotions clouding her brain uncontrollably. She promises herself that she will become human again, that she will feel something again. And she stays up the rest of the day, with her eyes looking around her room again and again.