Living Dolls

10Carmen

Little Julien Anzo was not a serial kidnapper.

And, by God, I was not trapped here in a fucking dollhouse.

I was gonna wake up in my bed. Mom would come in to greet me a good morning. She would nag me to get up so I could either eat the breakfast she already prepared, or to help her prepare it.

That was my normal, but it hasn't happened in two months.

Instead of my normal, I was here. Heide came to my door, and Ernest had to pull her back. I had already slept in long enough, he told me, I had to get up. And then he dragged her downstairs.

Rummaging outside, the shaking that was produced, but I tried blocking it out. Not happening, it can't be.

I wanted to stay inside.

After pulling most of my hair back and changing clothes, I went downstairs. It was quiet, so I expected everyone to already be out. When I went to the door, however, I found someone.

It wasn't someone I was expecting, as he usually went about in the morning with Irene. Kyle turned his head around upon hearing my entry, and I averted my gaze, pace slowing down. Maybe he just wanted to compose himself before heading out, who knows? So, I waited for him to realize he was in the way of the door, but he didn't move.

Getting a little annoyed, I finally looked up at him, ready to say something, but he cut me off. "You might wanna stay right beside me all the way down there. Actually, push me along, yeah, do that."

What? I wanted to speak, but my voice was stuck in my throat. His brows were furrowed more and more at each choked up sputter I produced, and with a small sigh, he turned back to the creaked open door, but still didn't move.

"Just trust me." He said, and I found myself going rigid for just a second. Trust him? Trust him on what? He was just asking me to push his wheelchair, right? I mean, it was weird, he got mad at Heide for trying one time, he could do it himself, and if he wanted someone to do it, wouldn't it be Irene or something?

Still, after a gulp and another glance from him, I found myself moving over grabbing ahold of the hand grip and helping him out the door. Right when we were out, however, I could barely keep the composure to keep myself moving. It was too hard notto see what as just a bit ahead, at the end of this table. My heart burned and I wasn't even sure if I was moving or not, I wasn't even paying attention if I was breathing.

I flinched out from my burned up trance when there was a slam far down below, and I found myself just beginning to start at the ramp. I tried keeping my eyes away from the person who was well about a hundred feet tall to me, when it was I who changed. Only seeing half of him was enough to send my mind running. He was hunched over, turned to the side, and he rose his hands up with a slam of his shoe.

His voice came out, teasing and smug, the tone he usually used with the others, particularly Heide and Ernest, "Ahh, good morning, Carm-" Then it fell, filled with worry. "W-Wait, why are you pushing Kyle around? What's going on?"

I hadn't even finished moving down the ramp and onto the table, I was frozen in my place, besides my shaking. I was already sweating in fear of him picking on me for an answer, but then Kyle answered.

"My arms are still a little numbed out after waking up." He said, blankly but loudly and clearly. I found myself calming down, just a bit, when he gave me another glance. I gulped, hands wrapping tighter around the hand grips as I went down the ramp, keeping my eyes on the floor, not daring to look up at what was casting the huge shadow.

"Huh? Wait, r-really?" He kept sputtering, and I found myself stopping yet again once we turned over at the flat ground, at the hand that was surely coming from the corner of my eye.