The doll stared at me as I bawled on my bed, soaking the quilt my grandmother had made me when I was six (about seven years ago). I ran out on my mother when she fought with me about eating my dinner and then brought up my grandmothers death. She said that I wasn't eating because of her death. That wasn't true, at least I told myself it wasn't. I looked back to the doll that had been watching me from my living room for the past week. The porcelain doll had eventually found her way into my room. My mother probably believed that it would make me feel better. Like my grandmother was still here. It sure as hell didn't though. The doll wasn't even nice and sweet. It was gloomy and eerie. Her eyes were black with dark circles underneath from the fading paint. It's skin was white like snow and it's hair was a crimson red. It's clothes were wilted. The doll looked like it had been from hell and back. It also had this dark crack running up it's right arm. It made me cringe each time I looked at it. I dug my face back into the pillow and heard a knock on the door.
"Go away," I cried but I was muffled out thanks to the pillow.
"Come on Sady," my mother begged from behind the door. "Let me in please."
"No!" I whimpered. "Go away?!"
It was quiet for a minute. I began to believe that she had wandered off. I was alone again. Then I heard footprints approaching my room. She couldn't do so why does she think father will be able too? I asked myself. The footprints stopped outside my door and the sound of something unlocking filled my room. I watched my door knob twist in turn in confusion. My door opened and revealed my mother holding a key!
"What the hell?!" I screamed. "How long have you had that?!"
"Since we got the new door," My mother explained.
"What the hell?!"
"Stop using that language young lady," My mother yelled but soon soothed her voice for apologizing.
In the middle of her apology she stopped and noticed something in the corner of her eye.
"What is this doing in here?" she asked.
"What is what doing in here?" I sobbed.
"The porcelain doll I gave grandma on her birthday about a month ago," she replied. "Why is it in here?"
"I don't know. Didn't you put it in here?"
"Oh my god Sady! I know your upset but you don't need to lie!" My mother gasped, grabbed the doll, and locked the door behind her.
I had no clue what had just happened. I began sobbing again - out of habit of being called a liar. I dug my face in the pillow again and drifted off into sleep.
------------------------------------
My door creaked open. My eyes slowly crept open, expecting to see my mother coming to apologize again. When I opened my eyes, it was dark like night. Actually, it was night. My door was wide open and I heard glass shuffle. I squinted, looked around, but couldn't find what had happened.
I got out of my bed and crept towards the doorway. My feet were bear and the floor was like ice. I peered my head out the hallway and didn't see anyone. When I turned around, it was sitting in my bed. The doll was sitting up, in my bed, holding the key to my room. I gasped and realized it must've just been my mother scaring me. She was a jerk like that sometimes. I grabbed the doll and dug the key from her hands, which were grasped around the key.
"Okay mom, it's time to come out," I explained.
The room was silent. I didn't even hear breathing. My mother probably sneaked around me as I turned and noticed the doll. I was too tired to work out the facts and went to put the doll back in the glass case, not wanting to be caught with her again.
