Blinded by Black Bile

Chapter 1

 My new Body

It's been a month since my death. Meanwhile, I've been inside this doll for who knows how long. This doll belongs to some 7 year old named Thomas from what I've heard, and his dad is abusive. It sure does bring back memories.. but, fuck, i mean, who gives a fuck I just want this kids body so I can be human again, right? That's part of the plan. Possess the doll, gain the kids trust, take his body and kill Ethan. I've been inside this doll for a long time, just watching, not talking, not moving. I don't want to scare this kid yet. It'll just look bad on my part.

Thomas ran inside his room, locked his door and pushed his dresser to cover the door. Same routine as always, poor bastard had to do this because if not, his dad would come in and beat him to death. This time, though, it looks like he got the beating ahead of time. He was crying silently, making sure his dad couldn't hear him. His baggy, ripped, bloody shirt over his small frame seemed to be almost the only thing he ever wore. He had bruises, cuts and... bite marks? I'm not sure which animal bit him, but those bruises and cuts were definitely from his father.

Thomas's legs were shaking uncontrollably, and he was walking slowly and weirdly towards his bed losing balance on each step.

Thomas got on his bed and cried into the palms of his hands. He looked at me, or, the doll, and walked towards me. He grabbed me and cuddled me.

"Henry.. you're the only friend I've got... you won't hurt me ever like daddy does, right?" he whispered, as so not to wake up his father from his afternoon nap.

This was my time. I knew this was going to scare the kid, but I had to do it. It was his most vulnerable time which meant the perfect time for him to gain my trust as a talking doll.

"I'll never hurt you, Thomas." I tried to mimic one of those cute children's toys voices. You know, like the bears with the hearts you're supposed to press? The ones that say 'I love you' in a childish tone?

Thomas stared at me in shock.

He threw me against the wall and sat at the edge of the bed, almost falling, trying to stay as far as possible away from me. Thomas was staring at me.

"That's not very nice, Thomas. That hurt."

"Y-you can talk?!" Thomas said, wiping his tears away and staring at me with eyes full of panic. His cold dead blue eyes that had no energy suddenly seemed panicked.

"Yes I can, I came to life because I love you! You're my best friend!"

That was painful to say. And it's painful to imitate a child's voice too.

There was a moment of silence.

"R-really?"

"Of course! You can hug me, talk to me, and I'll protect you!"

Thomas suddenly looked like he had found the closet to Narnia. He looked deep in thought.

"C-can you.. p-protect me from d-daddy..?"

I felt bad for this kid.

No, no I don't. Shut the fuck up, Taras.

"Of course I will, Thomas! You're my best friend, I won't let him hurt you anymore!"

Thomas seemed hesitant, but slowly climbed down his bed and sat in front of me.

"What's wrong, Thomas?"

Thomas looked down and rested his chin on his knees. Tears started pouring out of his eyes and he sniffled, still, trying to keep quiet. He wouldn't want to wake his father up.