Doll Eyes (Not Continued)

1: Is This Your Dog?

I was eight, skipping through Wattle Street, looking for Cap.

Wattle Street was home, and I loved the way it is. Trees and flowers everywhere, children my age laughing about.

Seeing there was no sign of him, I ran all the way until I passed the end of Wattle.

I was in Tinder Street. I've never been here before, and I never thought of going. I was fine and happy back in home.

But I desperately need to find Cap. Two or three houses down,

"Found you."

I caught a glimpse of a chocolate brown tail. I hurried down to the corner and there was my beautiful Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Although that wasn't the only thing I caught a glimpse of.

My heartbeat, thudding against my chest from running, even paced three times faster.

I saw it. Green glass eyes mirroring mine and red painted lips evilly smiling at me.

Realizing what was in front of me, I screamed at the higher than the top of my lungs.

A doll. A savage-looking, monstrous, hideous doll.

I was scared, terrified, petrified. Before I even knew what I was thinking, I ran home.

Slamming the door behind me, I sprawled onto the couch. I tried to remove the image in my mind. Evil green eyes. Innocent brutal smile.

I shuddered.

"Violet, darling, did you find Cap?", my mother's voice sprang from the kitchen.

"I'm pretty su-"

Oh. No. I. Am. Not. Going. Back. There.

But Cap, my sweet Cap. I felt so guilty as an irresponsible owner would. I was confused. Reminding you, I was only eight years old. So I did what a kid would do. I cried, but not so loud that Mom would hear me, because she'd tell Daddy then I'd get some serious spanking.

I sobbed. My tears and snot were falling on the floor and my hair wildly framed my face.

At least no one's here to witness my unattractive crying face.

Just then I heard shufflings from outside.

Bark! Bark!

Cap? Cap!

I wiped my face with the back of my hand. Excitedly springing to the front door, I thought I must be so lucky.

I opened the door.

"You live here, boy? Pretty cool!", a boy with dishevelled hair amusedly said. And at that moment, his gentle blue eyes landed on me in the doorway.

He look presentable, obviously kind and nice. Unlike me. A bird's nest toppled over my head and I had swollen eyes from crying.

I would want to be friends with him. But he probably wouldn't want to be friends with a bird girl. But I didn't really care. Right now, I just care about Cap returning in my arms.

"Hey there. Is this your dog?", He asked me.

"Yeah, it's mine." Cap quickly ran to me as soon as he saw me. I picked him up and carried him, "Thanks for bringing him back. You can go now."

As soon as I said that, I turned around.

"Wait! Why did you scream and left the dog on our street, then?"

I faced him, still stroking Cap's chocolate fur, "A big, scary doll was there." I tilted my head, as if it was an obvious thing.

He frowned. "That was my sister's doll. Why are you scared of it?"

"I'm scared of all dolls. Why do you even care that I'm scared of it?"

"Because," he ran a hand through his hair, "it's not scary at all."

"You can go away now."

I wasn't usually like this, it's just that I feel embarrassed looking like a wild animal in front of him.

"I can help you," he smiled.

I raised my brows, "help me in what?"

"Facing your fear of dolls."

"I don't even know you."

"Well then," the stranger boy replied, "what's your name?"

"Violet. What's yours?"

"Zachary. But you can call me Blue. Now that you know me, can I help you?"

"But we're going to be friends," I said, blankly.

"What's wrong with that?", this time, he tilted his head on one side.

I thought he didn't want to be friends with me.

I guess I was wrong.

"Vi? Who you talking to?", my mom appeared behind me.

"That's my mom," I told him apologetically,
"A new friend, Mom, that's all."