Pretty Dolly

Prologue

A/n: WARNING: This book will have quite gruesome scenes that may upset you. If you do not enjoy this type of stuff I would recommend you stop reading. You've been warned so don't blame me that I didn't tell you.

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"Mummy I want that one!" A young girl cried to her mother while tugging gently on her hand and using her other hand to point at the shop window. She gave a slight bounce and tilted her head to look at her mother expectantly.

"Not today baby." The woman sighed and looked down at her daughter to see her face drop in disappointment.

The daughter looked back at the window, her small hand that was once pointing at the shop dropping to her side slowly. "B-but... You said that she would be my p-present..." Her lip quivered as she held back get tears. It was the girls birthday tomorrow and her mother had in fact said she'd try to get what their daughter wanted for the special day.

"I'm sorry baby," Her mother spoke softly, ashamed to be giving yet another excuse to her daughter, "I just don't have the money for her yet, the storm ruined the flowers and I don't have anything to sell, could you wait until next year sweetheart?"

The mother looked down at her daughter with pleading eyes but she wasn't having it, "No! You promised! Daddy would've gotten me her!" The girl wriggled her hand out of her mother's grasp and ran, often tripping on her long, brown dress.

The girl ignored her mother's cries of her name or her frantic yelling to stop. Men and women in the street stopped to watch the girl run, some asking her what was wrong but she didn't stop. She didn't stop until she attempted to cross the busy road filled with horse carriages of all shapes and sizes moving at fast speeds.

The girl didn't notice one carriage heading straight for her. Didn't hear the tell of the man driving the carriage to move, didn't hear the desperate cry of her mother who had eventually caught up to her, didn't have time to react as the carriage crashed straight into the girl. Everything seemed to slow down. The girl wasn't thrown backwards but instead crushed under the hooves of four horses, side by side in pairs, as each hoof pressed against the girl's body and even her head, killing her instantly.

The other carriage drivers stopped their horses at the sight as the driver who hit the girl attempted to move the startled horses off the girls body.

The loud sobs of the girl's mother filled the air of the town as women on the street tried to calm her down while the drivers were unsure what to do with the body.

The girl was buried and her mother died two years later from an unknown disease and was buried next to her.

However, the day the girl died, her body may have been crushed, but her soul lived on. And now, it lives in the very thing that the girl longed for in the shop window. A beautiful porcelain girl doll.

That was 180 years ago in the year of 1837, now it was 2017 and the doll has been moved around a lot with many different owners and many different names, and now she stayed in an old fashioned looking toy shop in the small town of Richmond in the UK, waiting for her next owner.

And she wasn't happy.