Doll Face

Chapter One- Dan

One, two, three.

The seconds pass just like how my life is moving forward. I am unaware of my life, but too knowing of thers. I watch people, study them. Yet, I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that I don't understand myself. Analyzing is what I do, it's how I keep my mind off of my anxiety. 

I confuse myself often. People are my worst nightmare, but for some reason, watching them helps. Being around them makes me feel claustraphobic. To be frank, school is hell. I don't have any friends. My teachers are pieces of shit. I should just drop out. But I can't. I have to get an education and support mum and Eddie. They are my main priorities. I'd sacrafice anythingfor them. My mum is the strongest woman I've ever met. She survived my father, who at times got heavily drunk and abused us. Eddie was too young though, only a baby. Mum got us out of there and saved Eddie and I. Now, since I'm 17 turning 18 soon, I can help provide and keep my family safe. 

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"Dan, get down here please!" 

"Coming mum!" I slump out of bed to go down stairs. As I was making my way down,  there was another woman standing in our living room. I stood where I was and just watched their interaction. My mum didn't seem hostile or angry. So I canonly assume good outcomes. The other woman, her body language told a different story. Her hands were constantly fidgeting, a sign of nervousness. Her face kept calm though, a sign of confidence and authority over weaker emotions. My mum's bright blue eyes sparkled as she welcomed the woman to our neighborhood. They both walked over to the couch and my mum went to the kitchen. I took this as a chance to study the woman closer. So, I took a deep breath in and out and went to the living room to meet her. By closer inspection, she seemed to be my mum's age, around 47. 

"Hello. I'm Daniel."  She seemed to tense up a bit, but overcame it and responded. 

"Hello Daniel, I'm Claire, your new neighbor. It's a pleasure to meet you." She sounded genuine, not many people these days are. Claire stopped fidgeting and looked almost at ease of acception. Her golden hair was tied into a bun at the base of her neck, and her skin, almost transparent, looked doll like under the window light. I smiled at her and met the gaze of two green emeralds. They showed a past of hurt and grief. But she's here now, and hopefully for good because she seems like such a nice woman. Mum came back wiht coffee and biscuits. I took that as my cue to leave, but before I left Claire had said, "Daniel, besides me, I have a son around your age. You can go next door to meet him if you'd like. He doesn't bite!" Both mothers laughed together. I walked up stairs and decided I would see him tomorrow sometime. I plopped down on my bed and stared at my ceiling. So. Hecking. Bored. I grab my laptop and log onto Tumblr. 

Meh. Nothing I haven't seen already. Angrily shutting my laptop, I crawl over to my window. Breathing in the fresh air, I felt at ease. Looking out, my window seemed to be adjacent to one of the bedrooms next door. There was a truck outside of their house, so I knew it was Claire's. There was also moevement inside the room, probably her son. Since I had nothing better to do, I continued to spy on the unseen son. Boxes looked like they were being moved around. Suddenly, a tall boy came into view. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a plaid button up short sleeve. I smile to myself and blush a little bit. His hair was in a raven colored fringe and it had a huge contrast with his skin. Just like his mother, he had the porcelain doll skin. From far away, I can't really make out what color his eyes are. His body language is telling me that he's happy. His smile wouldn't fadeand it seemed as f there was a pep in his step as he carefully unboxed his belongings. I sit back from my window. 

Tomorrow's gonna be good.