Doll

Chapter one

I lay on the uncomfortable bed gazing up at the tattered sealing. His words raced through my head, the words that he said 9 years ago. "No one will hear you scream.". These words haunted me so much, every day was like a long, drawn out nightmare. The more I thought about it the less bad he became to me. He let me keep all my clothes, gave me books to read, and fed me. I just wish he would let me see my family, I miss them so much although I can barely remember their faces.

I heard his voice echo upstairs" Breakfast is out Isabell.". Ugh, another thing I hate about him. He calls me Isabella, when my actual name is... um oh wait Isabella. How kind of him to use it.

NO. My name was Jane, there was a name for what was happening to me, it's a syndrome of some sort. I won't let it get hold off me.

"Thank you creator" I shout down the stairs " I'll be down in a second.". I heard him singing nursery rhymes in response to this, it was one of the scariest things he does. Other than beat me and strangle me or hang me if I question him or swear. I quickly threw on some clothes, a green hoodie, a plain red shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. I yank the door open as I put my brown leather watch on and tighten it round my wrist. Marching down the stairs I say good morning creator, but am interrupted by a terrifying sight.

A woman sat on a chair opposite to mine, and she was dead. It was obvious. "Take a seat Isabella" my creator said pulling one off the scruffy brown chairs out for me to sit in. I did as he told me too because I was aware of the consequences if I did not. The chair felt as if it would collapse at any moment, but I wasn't too concerned about that right now. Scrambled eggs sit on a plate in front of me, as well as his. The table has many scratch marks on it, and is poorly painted.

"Aren't you going to say hello to Janice Isabella?" He said sternly flashing a warning with his eyebrows.

"Umm, forgive me creator" I said physically shaking" but I think she dead". A few seconds passed as he menacingly finished his mouthful off scrambled egg. He turned to me blinking in annoyance.

"No she is not" he spat looking over to 'Janice', whose head dropped into her plate off scrambled egg as he did. The egg splattered everywhere leaving me and the creator filthy with it.

"Who the hell do you think you are Janice!" He yelled in her direction as he got to his feet. It was only at that point when I noticed the red ring marks round her neck. Did he hang her?

He screamed again, but this time he climbed onto the table and launched himself at the woman's dead body. He landed on her, and started slamming his fist into her stomach and face and neck.

"You selfish pig!" He sobbed as he retracted punches " after everything I've done for you?! This is what I get?!". He continued to punch her until he threw her body to the creaking floor and started kicking her in the stomach.

I did something that I would later regret. "She doesn't understand creator" I told him" she's dead.". I feel him backhand me as my vison goes blurry.

"I bet you were in on this!" He screamed as I fell to the floor in shock," And dolls do not die!". With this he bent over and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He dragged me across the floor towards the door which I had never stepped in. It was tattered, with a poor excuse of a paint job and dozens of scratch marks on it. He yanked it open and threw me in. It was pitch black.

"You stay here!" I just about saw his stubbly crooked finger pointing at me through the doorway as he said this," I'm going to get the rope and scarf!". Jesus no. He was going to strangle and smother me. I stood still petrified for about ten minutes, and then I felt the small amount of hope I had diminish as he opened the door.