User talk:Scarlett Blood14

The Doll
I never wanted any of this to happen. All I wanted was to play with that doll. I never meant to kill my sister. My mother told me it wasn't my fault but I now the truth. If it weren't for me, Aurora would still be alive. My beloved twin sister, dead before she got a chance at life. And it was all because of me and one little doll. It had all started when we had turned eight years old. My sister wanted nothing more than to have that beautiful black haired, blue eyed doll that she saw while her and mother went shopping. Imagine her joy when she got the exact doll she wanted. But as she hugged her doll tight, I had this sudden feeling of wanting to hold the doll and brush her beautiful black curls. I wanted to play with and dress it up in adorable outfits. I tried getting my sister to let me play with the doll but she just refused. "It's my doll. Mother bought it for me. I will never give you this doll because it's mine." But my need to have the doll grew. Finally I got the chance. Little did I know that this would be the last time I saw my sister alive. My sister had been outside having a tea party with the doll. Then my mother called her in for lemonade. She left the doll at the table, promising to return. I quickly ran and snatched the doll. Suddenly, I heard a glass drop and shatter on the ground. "My doll! Briar, give me back my doll!" I turned around and saw Aurora running after me. I ran across the street and she followed after me. But then I heard the sound of a horn honking. I gasped as I saw a car heading for Aurora. "Aurora!" She looked in the direction of the car and stopped halfway. "NO!" I screamed. The screeching of tires and the sound of a body hitting the ground filled my ears. Clutching the doll, I looked on in horror at the bloody and mangled body of my sister laying in the road. My mother quickly called an ambulance but it was too late. She was already dead. The funeral was two days after that. I kept the doll in honor of her. That was twelve years ago. I'm sleeping in my room right now. The doll is on a shelf across from me. Give me my doll. I sat up quickly. Give me my doll. I turned and saw a bunch of dolls sitting on the floor. Give me my doll! The voice screamed louder. I looked to the other side of me and saw more dolls sitting on the floor. GIVE ME MY DOLL! I looked in front of me and I nearly fell out of my bed. There stood a woman with pale porcelain skin. Her long strawberry blonde locks were pulled up into a half bun. Her pale green eyes were glossy like an actual doll's. It couldn't be, could it? "Aurora?" It's not possible. She's been dead for twelve years. She walked towards my bed, her black gown trailing behind her. GIVE ME MY DOLL! All the dolls chanted along with her. I screamed and jumped out of bed. As I opened the door, I saw her standing there. I want it now Briar! I couldn't take it anymore. All the fear and guilt filled my heart. I ran to the shelf and grabbed the doll. "Here take it! I'm sorry!" I threw it at her and she caught it with ease. She cradled it in her arms, like a mother holding her child. Her angry expression softened and she started to cry. My baby... She cooed. She turned towards me. She walked towards me and placed a hand on my cheek. Tears started flowing down my face as well. "Aurora..." I screamed in pain as she thrust her hand into my chest and pulled out my heart. ''You honestly think I would forgive you? After all you've done? Well you're dead wrong!'' She screamed. The dolls spoke along with her, making her voice sound demonic. That was the last thing I heard before I blacked out. The Mistress of Dolls smiled as she cradled her precious doll. Then she turned and looked at her sister in disgust. I told you to leave my doll alone. And with those last words, she put her hand over the dead corpse. All that was left, was a doll with features just like her's. You're mine now Briar. The doll that was once her sister sat up and joined the rest of the dolls.