Doll Face

SunShine

Liam

A blank emotionless expression covered her face. She didn't move, she stayed perfectly still staring out the window, with her pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"How are you Amber?" He asked knowing she wouldn't answer. I stood against the doors, listening incase Amber broke down again.

"This must be hard for you, do you take your medication every day?" He didn't wait for an sneer this time.

"Does she?" My body shook from its saddened position and made its way to the chair where he sat.

"Yes, every day she takes them, and every day she seems less like her self. Why does she have to keep taking those? She doesn't talk, and she rarely comes out side of her room any more, these pills just sedate her to sleep, I don't want a sleeping wife, I want my happy,feisty wife back." I retorted.

"I am only trying to help her get rid of the depression she is in, if you loved her, you would agree that this is best." The disgust I felt at this man grew.

"yes, as if depression could be cured by any of the things found in a first aid kit! As if 'grief' is a disease you can just toss pills at, and it would go away. you prescribe her a series of sleeping pills and anti-depressant, narcotics, as if if she were contaminated with a virus. She lost her daughter! She is allowed to grieve!" Amber still sat emotionless with droplets streaming from her eyes.

"Amber drink your medication and the pain will go away." He bargained. Her small frail hand made its way to her mouth swallowing the blue pills in a clean sweep.

"Amber you don't have to take them any more. it's ok to cry. I know it seems easier to hold in the pain, but it's killing you amber. Just let go." She later against her pillow and shut her eyes. She had no family, that baby would have been her only kin.

Amber

I slipped on one of Liams sweaters and stepped out side it was dark and cold but I didn't care. The days were tough, the night's were worse. The crisp leaves crunched under my boots followed by the snapping twigs. The faint smell of blood sent my heart into over drive. A stinging sensation weld up in my gums, I hadn't let my fangs out in a while. I followed the smell to a hole in the ground. Small sniffles and sobs sounded from the vacant hole.

"Hello?" I listened in.

"He-He-hello?" the voice was of a small child, most likely female. I pulled my fangs in and leapt down, taking in my surroundings, so my eyes could adjust. Muddy moss covered rocks formed a circle around a small dirty blonde haired girl around 3-4 years of age. She sobbed silently but stayed in place.

A sharp pain sprouted from my side. A dagger had been stabbed into my side once again making me hiss in pain. I could have easily fought them off, but instead I slipped off the sweater,slipped it over her small shoulders and ceaseless her on my chest, all while darting home trying to lose them.

"Liam!" I yelled once I knew he was close enough to hear me. sure enough the back door swung open allowing me to dash through and up to my room where I layer the small body.

"Who is that? what are you running from? what did you do?" Liam and his annoying questions.

"I don't know who she is but I just saved her life. These guys were going to kill her. now you can either help me or get out." I warned, his eyes widened.

"You spoke....um is she hurt?" I examined her body for any injuries.

"minor bruises and scratches, other than that she is fine."I focused on her.

"Are you hurt? where are your parents?"Her emerald eyes startled me, they were the exact same glowing emerald color as mine.

"I have no parents, and I am not hurt." There is no way a normal 3-4year old could speak this proper.

"How old are you? what is your name? how did you get here?" I pressed.

"My name is Megan Rae Willows. I am 3 years of age. A man named 'stephen' brought me here, in the search of perfection 6 months ago. I was taken and brought here by three men, I have no idea where I am exactly." I tensed slightly as Liams hand fell on my shoulder. She had to be the work of Stephen, she was too smart for the average 3 year old.

I walked out of the room and into the nursery, I hadn't actually been n the nursery since I lost the baby. I ripped off sticker that read 'jasmine' and made a clean toss to the garbage.

Out with old in with the new. It was time for me to move on. Now I have Megan to think of.

"Megan come her please." Her small patter startled me. Her blue eyes had shifted into a golden honey color and now held wonder.

"From today on, you are free, you are normal." Her eyes began to water. I knew this feeling well, it was 'relief'. Slowly her small face held a sadness.

"I don't have a momma or daddy."

"You now have a choice to make Megan, I would like to adopt you as my own however if you want I can find a nice orphanage you could stay in, I understand this is some thing you wish to forget and being around me maybe trigger memories, do you understand?" I shot a glance at Liam who eagerly smiled his approval.

I hadn't noticed small hands wrap around my waist. I swung her on to my hip letting her sit.

"From this day forward you are a normal 3 year old girl named Rae." A smile weld up on her tear streaked face until a small yawn broke free.

"You need to rest rae, I'll see you in the morning." I kissed her forehead as I layer her in the crib. I should have bathed her before hand but that will have to wait for the morning now.

"You got your baby back Amber." I spun around to see a smiling Liam.

"Maybe she is a bit broken but you got her back. I'm proud of you." He kissed my cheek then my lips. Finally he pulled away leading me to our room since it was late.

"Liam?"

"mm?"

"I don't think need my pills any more."

A/N

The death of last child plays a huuuuge part in the rest of the book. Don't be mad!

I had to!

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