My porcelain doll.

The Cycle

It's a cycle. I learned that when he dropped me off at this house. You taunt, you kill, you change them, repeat. That's it! That's all life is. At Least for us dolls. It's been a year since I seen dolly and seen my mother. Oh, how i miss my mother, miss her sweet kisses, her warm hugs, her smile, and her sweet voice. I try to forget her but it's so hard. I learned that after awhile you get used to killing people. Every day I wish I could stop but I can't the more I kill the longer I live, and when I stop I go through agonising pain. After my new owner played with me I heard a faint giggle, so I got up to see who it was and the what I heard the voice more clearer I wanted to run back and hide. It was the doll that haunts my dreams. The one who made me this way so instead of using the knife on my owner I charger at dolly. She looked at me and cracked a smile, when I was in close enough I swung at her and slashed her. When I slashed her the blood was not red, it was black, tar black. As it oozed out of her. She started to giggle, then it turned into a insane laugh, I stepped back when she opened the slash wound more, so more would pour out. I stepped back in fear, when she collapsed in a pool of her own blood then something reached out from the puddle, I already had my back against a wall when it reached out to grab me. Then everything went black. When I woke up I was in my bed. "Good morning sweetie" my mom said. I looked at her then back at me, I was no longer a doll, i was myself. I ran up to my mom and hugged her " Gosh sweetie, you act like you haven't seen me in years" she said " It feels like I haven't" then the doorbell rang. We went down to see who it was, it was the mailman. "Hear ma'am" he said and gave the package to her"Thank you sir." she said as she grabbed it. When we opened it, my heart dropped. it was dolly. Then I cracked a smile

"Hi, dolly".

THE END