Buena Mano Book 1 (Unedited/Unrevised)

I'm O-Ok... Chapter 10: The One at Fault

Chapter 10: The one at fault

The very last time I remembered her was when I saw her on my way home...

I didn't know exactly what day it was... All I know was that she went to our home late in the evening.

She even had a key which surprised me. Up to this point... I... Only managed to watch her from the windows...

My father was in the living room talking to an unknown man... I don't know if I knew the man before but something about him was very familiar...

"I always kept my beloved treasures in a safe place. A place where the darkness became the light for me..." Father said.

At that point I knew what he was talking about. I went downstairs to the basement. A place my father warned us to never go inside. He told us that it was a room my grandfather built and was very sentimental to him.

There was only one way in... On the other end was a small window illuminated by the moonlight. I went inside and hit my head on single bulb dangling in the low ceiling. I yanked the chain to open it but it only lit a small portion of the room. It was damped and a bit dark.

But it was enough to let me see the horrors of this room. It reeked of death and defeat, both of which I never knew but here I've felt so vividly.

Life sized dolls filled every corner. Piled up, lying in the cold floor. Dolls dressed like normal people doing normal jobs.

"This was the secret of my father?" I was disappointed at first but in the far corner near the window I saw something that shocked me to a point that it made me run up stairs and face him.

"It can't be. It can't be. This must be a joke!" I said to myself. "How can this doll look like her!?"

I went upstairs and went towards the door. I heard my father screaming at the man.

"I kept them. Downstairs where my father used to punish me. As I said, my princess is jealous of those who were alive. She wanted to live so badly! But she couldn't. She tried but it was impossible. So she turned my attention to them and made them into my dolls!"

I became stunned. My father killed Rachel and turned her into that doll. I stepped back. The emotions running wild as the memories came flooding in to my head.

My mother... Rachel... Even Annie...

I went up the staircase and opened up the door. To my surprise, I found Lucy listening to the conversation my father was having. My hatred melted as I saw her beautiful face and turned into relief. I had a friend here...

But turns out I was mistaken...

"What are you doing in our house, Lucy?" I asked her. She stood up feeling spooked by my presence. I tried my best to make her calm, but it seems my presence only made it worse.

Moments later she began to speak. "Yo-you-you're-you're not real!"

"What are you talking about, Lucy?" I said as I tried to hug her. I thought that would make her become more docile but her reactions surprised me.

"Stay away!" She struggled away from me but my grip was too strong for her to handle. Slowly, I pinned her to the floor.

"I'm your friend. Talk to me."

"I DON'T NEED YOU!!!" She screamed and pushed me back with force.

I stood up and asked her. "What did you say?"

"You're not real... I don't need you..." she repeated. I moved away and felt the walls closing in towards me. It's suffocating. I turned my attention to the vase to my left and held it tightly.