This is it

chapter 8

Cathy's P.O.V

The air is stiff. So am I... My hair feels lifeless and tears fall from my eyes.

I'm sitting in a small doll house, waiting for my owners to return, I'm waiting for love and my hair to be brushed. I'm waiting...

Suddenly, the door clicks, outside it is dark, A tired Natalie walked in and slumped on the couch, followed by Carson and... A girl. My body went into full motion, I wanted to spring into her arms but, I needed to wait. I can't just move because, I'm not physically human.

" Here we are Nemdi, we'll show you to your room and... Oh! Here it is, Cathy."

The girl Carson called Nemdi walked over to me and carefully took me from the mantelpiece, she stroked my skin and looked deep into my eyes. She curled my long blonde hair with her hands and put me gently to her heart.

" Thank you! She's beautiful!" She beamed.

" And she's all your Nemdi, some say she's a mysterious doll, you can't find anyone like her anymore."

She stared at me and then followed Carson to her new room, I had memorized it, up the stairs, go left ad then there's her room. And then opposite that is the bathroom, and then down the hall is Natalie's and Carson room and opposite that room is the new baby to be's room.

Nemdi goggled at her bedroom, struggling to take it all in. A lovely pink floral wall paper and closets and a small desk and a bookshelf with lots and lots of books that I couldn't wait to read.

Nemdi held me carefully and didn't hold me so tight that I couldn't breathe. he sat me up right on the desk and pushed me back so I was leaning on the wall and therefore not breaking my back.

She smiled at me and then Carson said that he would give her a quick tour whilst Natalie made her a bath. Well, he didn't;'t say "Natalie." He said whilst "Mummy." Makes her a bath. Already, he was trying to force the word mother onto Nemdi and it had only been an hour.

" I'll be back soon Miss Cathy." She whispered not too close to my ear. If only she could see me smiling, this sense of desperation to truly talk to her, yet, the way she spoke to me also had some sense of longing, depression...That ran through me like a knife.

I heard faint footsteps and then it wasn't until maybe half an hour later that Nemdi returned in Carson's arms.

She was fast asleep and he slipped her underneath a blanket. She didn't move a muscle. Carson kissed her on the forehead and turned off the light. All that could be heard was the fain sound of her breathing.

Then, she jumped out of bed. It made me jump inside. She tiptoed over to me and laid me down with her on the bed. She put the blanket over me and fell asleep again. So did I, knowing I was safe with her.

The moon was out, It made me wonder what heaven must be like... Or what it feels like to fly. I wanted to be able to dance, to sing. To cry....

Like before. But is that truly possible?