Even A Small Doll Can Save Your Life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
I've gone through so many things as a girl. Ive been depressed basically all my life and I have done self-mutilation. One day... I look up and see my childhood doll. All my memories come back to me.

Submitted: June 17, 2010

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I held the razor blade at my wrist, the silver, shiny metal hovering just above my veins. How I missed the blood pouring down my fingers and onto the wooden floor. One... Two... Three... I take a deep breath as the razor slides across my wrist. The pain is almost unbearable, but it feels better as I continue counting. Seven... Eight... The red liquid slowly pours from my wrist onto the floor. I look around my room, stuffed animals, clothes and CD cases are neatly piled.

"Hah... I figured it'll be much easier for them." I said to myself. Of course I meant my "family." I quickly opened my closet drawers and pulled out bandages. I carefully wrapped my wrist and went to the bathroom to pick out a towel. When I came back I felt as if I was being watched. I looked around. It's all in your mind silly girl. I took a deep breath and cleaned up the messy contents on the floor.

I bent down to pick up the towel and when I looked up I saw my childhood doll. I picked her up from the clothing pile and studied her. Wow... It's been a long time since I have actually played with this doll. She looks exactly like me... No... I don't need her anymore. I'm done with this life. My mother always hated me and my father was ashamed to call me his daughter. My family never wanted a third child. I was the abortion that successfully lived. Woo-Hoo... I hate my family.. Every single one of them. At school students would call me the Goth, Vampire and Emo girl. As if being abused, raped and molested wasn't enough?

I placed my doll back on the pile of clothes and turned away. She WAS my favorite doll, and i felt like we had a special childhood connection. Ijust felt like i didnt need her anymore now that iwas going to move on to a different life. I shed a tear... Not because I was afraid of death, but because I knew I'd miss this life, even though it was terrible. I ran to the bathroom to get another bandage wrap because blood was already seeping through this one. Suddenly I heard metal scraping against the floor.

"What the Hell...?" I muttered to myself. With razor in hand I slowly crept into my room, trying to make as little of noise as possible. Breathe slowly... Get a hold of yourself! I was horrified at the sight. My razor dropped to the floor as ifell to my knees sobbing. My doll lay on the floor, left wrist slit open, but covered with a band-aid. A sticky red liquid was on the floor around her tiny little body.


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