Still Doll

Chap (8)

I froze when the door opened, it wasn't wide enough for me to see a shadow of some kind. "Who's there?" I mumbled, I tried to make it sound fierce but it ended up a dry sound. A little moan escaped the creatures lips I managed to get up and click the light alive.

"Oh my God!" I breathed as I seen the limp figure on the floor. "Mitchel?" I whispered. How could he get this far without blacking out? "Mitchel, are you alright?" I bent down to see his face or even a reaction.

"Do me a favour..." he whimpered, his face had dried blood soaking into his pale skin. "Escape and find justice... Against my dad." I looked at the exit, so, so tempted but I couldn't. "I'll try, Mitchel. First I have to find justice for you, I tried going to the police station but your father tricked the officer into thinking I have a medical issue."

Mitchel started to breath heavily. "Promise... To find justice." his voice started to become peaceful. I bit my lip to manage not to let out a shrill cry of Mitchel's death. "Oh Mitchel, I hope you have a peaceful sleep." I murmured.

As soon as he stopped breathing I had to quickly find a place to bury him without interruption. I opened the door wide, wincing at the broken glass that scarred the window. I trotted to the back of the house I remember looking out the window of my room to be privately introduced to a shovel.

I picked it up and dug a neat rectangular grave. "Sorry Mitchel, I have no coffin. I pray you find a heaven where your father is less of a monster he is now." Tears were starting to strum down my cheeks and they drummed against the broken body of Mitchel.

I prayed for peace to Mitchel and then I started throbbing cold dirt onto his fragile body. I decided to ignore the broken glass, I could easily make up a lie like he did to that officer. I sighed as I took a last look outside my room's door. This was never going to be an ordinary day.

Master entered with temptation to kill me already when he barged into my room, "Broken... Window?" he said through gritted teeth. I pretended I didn't know anything about the cause of the window, "Is the window broken?"  

He nodded, "What happened last night doll?" I tried to make up a good enough excuse, I pretended to rewind my memory back last night, "It must've been drunk teenagers throwing rocks or something, master." 

"So, where's the rock?" 

"You know I could be wrong master." I said quietly. Regain quickly examined the plush White carpet, "Why is there blood on my carpet?" 

"Er- it must've been the time you peeled my arms, the cuts mustn't of healed quickly enough to stop the blood dripping out." You always gave a feeling when you try to make your lie dramatic and you can feel the person is catching on to the real story, I had this feeling when I seen Regan's face burn up with rage.

It was obvious he knew I was lying.