X Cross My Heart X

X Cross My Heart X - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A relatively peaceful night. I would try to convince myself it was the end of my dolly-alter ego days, but I knew my latest dream of darkness with the loud whirling sound, meant I was being sold on. My last child-owner, Becca, had been a rough child. Constantly throwing me about, once she drowned dolly-me in ice cream while I was in Maths...I wasn't sleeping or anything. Just in a very bored state which is sometimes enough to get me to switch.

I'm defiantly glad to be rid of Becca, the next child is surely better than her, right?

　

My good mood from a good sleep had me skipping across my bed room floor, which took awhile. My room is huge; with a berry-red and white colour theme, and dark wood for my four-poster bed as well as my second cupboard.

　

A bitter part of me hates our house. It cost my freedom, Miss Goodwin took advantage of my childish greed. She saw the seven year old child in charity shop clothes, in tears after tormenting children, outside of our tiny apartment where mom and dad won't be home till six from work. My parents would do anything to make me happy.

　

I thought of her as my fairy godmother. To give us an account which has no limit, to give us an endless supply of money, how could she be anything else? But Cinderella didn't need to give her fairy godmother her soul in exchange for a happy ending.

Now I see her as the witch she is.

　

I made myself pick out expensive clothes, as a way of dealing with my terrible decision.

I'd have nightmares and scars, but I could have the money as well. Though a little voice in my head said I didn't want the money, I ignored it. If I pretend hard enough, I could pretend it's worth it.

I trotted down stairs, feeling slightly tired from a night of travel. As I entered the kitchen my first thought was coffee. I poured a cup and breathed in the caffeinated steam, then sighed contented. Suddenly a cluster of footsteps sounded in a clumsy march down the stairs.

　

A man popped his head around the kitchen door way, his hair flopped into his eyes and he gave me a lopsided grin. I sighed, feeling all the relaxation brought on by the coffee evaporate.

"What's your name? Or are you too drunk to remember?" I asked my mothers latest man-whore. He winched and groaned.

"Listen miss, shut up." Hungover then. "I'm not in the mood for a clingy girl, last night was fun but that's it. End of. I don't want a relationship; I'd only break your heart if I let this go any further. Telling you my name is us moving into a relatio-"

"Listen Man-whore, shut up. I didn't have sex with you. I'd never have sex with you, not ever. Now get out, your ruining coffee for me!" I snapped and grabbed my coffee and left for the living room.

　

My mom and dad use to do whatever they could for me, work two jobs for us to have a normal life. But when my "scholarship" money came in with an endless supply of money, they changed.

Mom and dad quit their jobs, and were happy.

We moved into a new, better house.

The house came with rich neighbours.

Dad wanted to fit in with them, he started acting like them; better cars, expensive suits etc.

An "et cetera" being mom, she had to be as beautiful as the other wives.