Always Time For A Bow

III

You could say I was petrified. My screams in the mirror dragged the 5 dolls into my en suite.
"What is it?!" Lily squealed. She was jumping up and down - gave her too much coke, probably. All the other dolls looked fairly horrified. I turned around slowly. I probably looked like one of those girls in zombie movies with the funny faces. Except when it's you, it's not that funny.

"What," I trembled, "Happened. To. My. HAIR!" I screamed, on the verge of tears. The other girls faces, once terse with fear, melted away to serene. And then, for one *cough* Indie *cough* anger.
"What about it you bitch! We spent ages doing it - and you had us all terrified! Your a fucking waste of time, you know?! I absolutely fu-" Amy, thankfully, cut her off.

"Don't be so rude," she spoke softly, in her sweet little voice. "She was probably expecting her boring - no offence -" she turned to me. "None taken" I grunted.
"Her boring, toe length black waves. You see what she woke up to? She's just surprised, and didn't mean any harm be it. Indie, don't be so judgemental."
Indigo looked stunned. Not as stunned as Amy though. You know what, I think I was the only one not surprised. I knew Amy had it in her.

"Yeah, sorry guys." I murmured, embarrassed about the fuss I caused. "I'm just confused - I mean, I woke up in a strange place with fucking cupcake pyjamas and this," i gestured to my hair. "I'm just... I don't know. Sorry, you get back to what you were doing..." And they did.

I looked in the mirror again. You know what, this hair wasn't too bad after all. My hair used to be black, and yeah, it was so long I could stand on it. It also used to be so annoying how it was so straight, as I had to much of it to curl. But the girls have cut it shorter, probably down to my hips, as it has been tightly curled, or permed, and it now reaches my shoulder.

I can see why Indie had the flip about me having purple hair - well, hardly. My hair is beautiful. I have had a fringe put in, and my hair is still black. Well, half. There is an invisible line halfway across my hairline, and half of my hair is black, but half is a beautiful pastel pink. As the curls go down, it goes into a magenta style colour, until the tips, which are a pretty purple.

I strip off and fold my pyjamas, and put my hair up in a tight bun and into a pink marshmallow shower cap. I shower and use some pink watermelon body wash, and wipe the makeup off of my face. Surprisingly, the joints still stay on my legs and arms. I hope they're not tattoos... Maybe they're sharpie?

As soon as the hot shower water starts running colder, and colder, until it's freezing, I hop out of the shower, and wrap myself in a really fluffy pink towel, and close my eyes. This is a dream, I tell myself. An awful dream...
But after about ten seconds, I give up. I'm stuck in a fucking dollhouse with a crazy Ashton guy who reckons he owns me, and a bunch of psychotic, maniac snobs who believe they are dolls. Well, apart from Amy. She's nice, and seemingly the only person here I can trust.

Slowly, I look up at the small, pink clock on the large bathroom wall. 10:00! I have been in here daydreaming for 20 minutes! I look down at my covered body, and see I am dry. I also notice my pink and yellow nails. They're really pretty, actually. Odd... My nails are awful.

I unlock the door, and run to my pink wardrobe, which looks almost identical to one in my dollhouse; that's the dollhouse I would reside in, aged 4, after long days of repeated abuse from him... I never once went to school, though. Home tutored...

♠︎flashback♠︎
I cried out, as he, gfudu (if you smart you work it out) whipped me again with the- I dare say even in this repetition of certain recollective memories; the pain overwhelmed me, I'm confused. He... He...
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"Eve! Wake up!" I could hear Lily's hushed voice. I looked down, to see - thank god, the towel was still in place. I stood up, ignoring Lily's pleas of coherence. I would not, I could not cooperate; she... What did she do?

I quickly grabbed a pretty, hot pink pinafore. You know, one of those ones that proper dolls wear? Without undies? Well, I don't care if barbie hates, I'm not pulling a Janet Jackson. I pull on some pink lace underwear, and then the pinafore. I undo my hair, and brush it out quickly. Finally, I pull on some pink lacy socks, and dolly shoes, before turning round to go into the bathroom and do my makeup. Oh.

Now I see why Lily was screaming at me. A man, with piercing green eyes and messy, sand coloured hair is staring at me intently.
"Excuse me, Evelyn Mellysa Howard, but I believe I asked you a question." What, aussie? Something crawl up your knickers and die?

"Do not talk to me like that!" He yelled, grabbing my wrists like... Memories. I feel a tear, escape from my eye; another falls, just like my mother said, 'for every tear that falls, think of him falling. it helps with the pain'. You know what, now I found a new abuser. Now I found a new reason to toughen up.
Now, is the time, to sharpen my knife.
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Hey! First proper an... Woah... This sucks... Thanks for reading my absolutely awful storyy.. I was going to make this longer but no joke it's 4;15 in the morning so yh know.... Naww... Sorry beebobbs x Really pleased with how much I'm updating! I have this English project to do AND ITS CHRISTMAS so I might not upload for a pop... Well I've written another chappie already ok? I will only be updating this tomorrow and maybe Christmas because I'm writing a Christmas chap... Thanks so much, Ella😘🙌💕💁🙏