Behind Closed Doors (UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 1

Doll

"Mom, can I have a request?" I asked her sweetly while I'm combing my bodywave golden hair, it was shining dusk gold.

I have a different color hair unlike them are jet black and it's quite odd but I never asked.

"What request?" she asked. She's standing away from me while holding a tray, she brought my morning meal. She's wearing a vintage dress that suits her body well.

"Can I have a window?" I know she will not grant it but I'm pushing my luck. She slowly put the tray on the table.

"No." she quickly answered. I sighed deeply, she closed the door before she went off.

They never granted my request, not even once. This is a simple request but they declined it. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my face was unhappy.

I have a bodywave golden hair that matches my small face that has some freckles. My mom told me that I look like a living doll. I have dolls around here in my room and we look the same.
Emerald eyes that matches my dark brown eyebrow, perfect pointed nose, and thin pink lips.

I'm a porcelain petite living doll.

I laid in my bed and hugged my three beautiful dolls. Ash, Vase and Pastel are my only friends here. I look like a psycho person sometimes because I talked to my dolls when I want to tell a story.

My parents taught me about everything but not everything that I want to know, there are limits.

There are always borders when I started to study. They taught me about different languages, yes I mastered it. I know everything in basic in different subjects but I feel like I'm missing out, in other things.

After an hour Papa visited me in my room, he went to get the tray and left me without a word. I sighed, he always do that.

I walked through my closet and get the clips emerald stones under my shoes. They told me this stones are precious.
I put it on my golden long hair and sat again in the bed waiting for the next meal.