Favorite Doll

Tears and Stitches

•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color
•H/C: Hair Color

Your POV:

I give a worried groan while biting my lower lip anxiously as my thumb gently massages Max's freshly sewn shoulder. I've been nervous ever since the tear formed and feel even more so since the sun will set in under an hour. I don't think I'm ready to face him. I'm scared. What if he gets mad at me for being so careless? What if he yells? I sniffle and hug him close before rocking side to side slightly with my eyes shut to keep from crying. I don't want him to scold me for bringing him to school and allowing this to happen. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to let him get hurt. My breath hitches as tears leak down my heated cheeks, and I pull back from hugging him to wipe them away. One eludes my grasp and falls onto the doll's plush chest, soaking into the fabric of his vest. My head shoots up when my bedroom door opens to reveal mama, who seems stunned by the sight of my reddened eyes.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" She asks while coming to sit beside me. I lower my head to stare at Max and go back to rubbing his fixed shoulder, paying no mind to her petting my hair in a calming manner.

"I'm fine," I mutter, not caring about the slight sting of my injuries. They don't matter nor do they bother me. I'm just concerned about what will happen when the sun goes down, when I have to confront my new friend. Mom hums, unconvinced by my claim and is silent for a few moments before her features light up.

"Ah, how about we go out to eat tonight? We'll go to your favorite place!" I look up at her cheery smile and smile back before the expression falls. Oh, how tempted I was to accept, especially since it isn't too often that we go out to eat, but I couldn't just leave Max here on his own after what had happened. I couldn't run away from my problems. That'd only make them worse. It's not like I could take him with either due to his transformation at sundown. I can only imagine what would happen then, if mom and dad saw him in human form.

'How would they react? Would they be afraid? Would mom take him away, or yell at dad for giving him to me?' I would do anything to prevent the two from arguing, and I especially don't want to lose my new friend. I may not have known him long, but I care for Max, so I'll keep him secret for as long as I can. I shake my head, causing mama to frown slightly. "That's okay. I don't want to go anywhere. Can we have pasta instead?"

"Of course we can, sweetie. Why don't you take little a nap while I start dinner, okay?" She suggests with a small smile, probably thinking that rest would help me feel better. I nod my head, which she kisses gently before leaving and closing the door behind her. I fall back onto the bed before turning onto my side and holding Max against my chest with trembling arms. I'm scared because I don't want us to fight. I don't want to be like mom and dad. They fight over almost everything.

With a shaky sob, I close my eyes, hoping that, when I wake, this will have all just been one bad dream.

Max's POV:

Time seemed to tick by slowly as my felt eyes stare blankly out the window, watching patiently as the pink and purple hues of the sky fade with the sun. When the hot ball of fire disappears in the horizon, my tiny body illuminates before transforming into a human. I stretch my lanky limbs after slipping out of my darling Y/N's hold only to regret it instantly when an intense pain shot through my shoulder. With a yelp, my hand flings to the sealed wound on my shoulder before I wince. I had almost forgotten about the tear.

I couldn't really feel it as a doll, and I've never been injured before, so the sting was completely unexpected when I took this form. Wanting to have a look, I slip my tailcoat off my shoulders and unbutton my vest and shirt before taking those off as well. I stare in shock at the expert stitching going halfway around my shoulder and bring a hand to my mouth. My brows knit in worry as my fingers gently run over the slightly irritated wound bound by blue thread, causing me to hiss in pain. I pull away almost instantly before hearing a soft groan from behind. I turn my head and look down at my sleeping playmate before sighing softly at the bandages on her face. I move myself closer to her head and pet her hair in a gentle manner as to not wake her. She deserves some rest after today. A frown etched onto my face as I think back to that dreadful boy that kicked her off the swings at school.