The Doll

Chapter 19

I mean, I didn't mean or want this to happen, it was just a concidence. After they left, I went to the back shed and looked through the toolboxes...Dad has a bunch, he brings unnessary ones even though he has a bunch at home. Like, if it's a new trend of toolboxes in the handyman page on Facebook, he'll buy it, even though he already has one...

I looked through a black toolbox,a yellow one, a orange one, a red one and another yellow one and no hammers.

Weird... I thought.

I walked out of the shed and thought of any other places.

Maybe the garage? I thought.

I went inside the house, got the garage remote and clicked the open button. While I walked down the hall, I thought I heard a drip. I slowly crept toward the bathroom door and peeked in.

Nothing

I ran-walked out of the bathroom, scared and entered the garage.

Still no hammers...

I began getting really fustrated, literally ripping things out of their place and throwing them across the garage.

Clunk clunk clunk

Finally I slumped down on one of the tool organizers and sighed. This was way weird.

Where else am I supposed to find a hammer?

I look around, trying to find anything to help, even if it's a small chance, to try and find something.

I walk around the yard, keeping a wary eye on the ground, looking, watching. I stop at the tire swing and smile. Memories flash through my mind.

I was about 4 or 5 in late November, pleading mom to push me on the tire swing,
"Mom please? Pretty please with a cherry on top!?" I ask
"Sorry sweetie, not today, mom has work to do."
I frown and cross my arms. "But moooooom you always say that and you know what else you say? Sorry sweetie tomorrow ok? But noooooooo you always have work." I stomp my right foot to emphasize my point. Mom drops her pencil, swivels in her seat and stares at me. "Honey, do you want toys for christmas this year?" I nod. "Then let me work to pay for your toys. And that means I have to work and can't push you on the tire swing everyday. Ok?" I shake my head, then nod. "Fine." Mom goes back to her work and I walk to the coat room. I put on my jacket, hat and mitts and open the door, leaving mom a second chance to change her mind and push me on the tire swing. But she didn't come, so I stepped outside and closed the door. I walked towards the tire swing and said something really chilling.

"Hey Mary?" The wind rustled in my hair, making me feel her presence. "Wanna push me on the tire swing? We could take turns." The wind rustled again, and I heard a yes in the wind. I smiled and sat on the tire swing. The wind blew, hard and I went flying on the tire swing. I laughed and smiled bigger, holding onto the rope. I could feel the wind whip my hair to and fro, this way and that. I giggled as the wind trickled through my hair like pinballs in a game.