Remembering

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Doll's prov:
The nightmares keep occurring. I can't stand them, yet I never remember what happens in the dreams. Sometimes I get curious about what my dreams are about, but considering how scared I am when I wake up, I think it is best that I forget.
I forgot to introduce myself. My friends call me Doll. I don't remember my real name. I was kicked out onto the streets at the age of 4. My abusive parents never called me by my name. I don't really care though. I like that I don't have my parent's last name or the name I was born with.
I don't understand why my friends call me Doll. I'm far from being one. I have short brown hair that covers my left eye. I have one blue eye. My other eye is gone. I lost it when my father punished me for not eating properly. He torched my left eye. Now all my left eye can do is produce tears. Anyways, I wear baggy clothes and most people that just meet me think I am a boy.
Honestly I don't care wither I am classified as a boy or a girl. Although one of the reasons I haven't been adopted yet is because they thought I was a boy, then found out I was a girl. They always look disappointed when they find out. Then they walk out and say 'this is not what we wanted'. I don't mind though. I could care less if I had a family or not. Who need family? That's what I thought at least until I remembered.
I had another nightmare again tonight, but this time was different. I finally remembered, but I kind of wish I didn't. It showed me my past life. The part that hurt the most was my death. Ciel Phantomhive's butler killed me, after he killed my brother and father. I didn't blame Ciel. I know what my father did sparked bad memories. It did for me too. All of us kids where scared of him. I miss my family. Joker, Dagger, Jumbo, Beast, Peter, and Wendy. I missed them all.
The constant nightmares brought me to remember how much I adored Smile (Ciel). The most interesting conversation was when I made Smile touch my boob and then offered to show my privates. Just to clarify, I only did that to prove I was a girl and not a cross-dresser. Although there is nothing wrong with cross-dressers. I noticed that he never ate the candy that I had given him. I also noticed that he always had it with him, maybe he shared feelings with me. That's a ridiculous idea, but one can hope. Right?

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