Boys don't play with Dolls

A boy who is brought up in an abusive home finds a very interesting doll...

"Hey, hey kid, get back here".

"Oh no", I thought, "No this can’t be happening…not again".

"Why are you running? Come on, we just want to talk".

"No, please!"

As I am pushed to the ground, she falls from my hands. Missy, my little makeshift doll. Yarn hair, glued to her tennis ball head, with little marker made eyes, tooth pick arms and legs, body, just an old sneaker. I see her fall to the earth, it starts raining, and little slashing drops hit her. I try to get to her when a foot comes crashing down, landing on her rubbery head. I gasp, no, how can this be happening?

"Boys aint supposed to play with dolls". I feel their feet pummeling my small body; hear their insane laughter at my pain. My sight starts getting spotty, I hear them speeding off on their bikes, I look over to see Missy's mangled, and torn apart body left in a dirty puddle.

"No…" I whisper, as the darkness takes over…

           

       I awake to the sound of birds chirping, sunlight burning my eyelids. I have to roll over, a horrible vile falling from my mouth; an immense pain shoots through me. After the last bit of vile pours from my mouth, I look over to see my beloved Missy horribly destroyed. Tears spring to my eyes; she was my friend, my only friend. Anger rises from the pits of my broken heart; I look towards the sky in hatred vowing that I will seek revenge, revenge to all who have hurt me! I pick up the pieces of her, holding them all in my small arms, tears still leaking down my cheeks.

"I must get home" I think, "home…"

             I see my house in the distance, an old, paint chipped, and grotesque place. A place where some of my worst nightmares have been realized. I walk up to the giant, dark wooden door. With my stomach all in knots, I’m afraid of what's on the other side. My shaky hand reaches for the handle, it seemed like hours going by, trying to reach the shiny metal. I finally reach it, slowly turning it, and pushing open the door. As I step in our little abode, the floors creek, the door seems to shut behind me. I try and tip toe silently up to my room but I hear a gurgled mumble coming from our kitchen.

As I peak from the doorway, seeing my mother watching our little 12" television, popping her "prescription" pills, petting a cat I've never seen before. Rather than getting her attention, I quickly make my way up our terribly squeaky stairs. I make it to the top, holding the pieces of Missy for dear life. Turning down the hall I decide to make a run for my small room. I drop Missy and slam the door, unfortunately making my presence known. I hear boots clunking up the stairs, overshadowing the squeaks, getting louder as they come closer to my closed door. I know its coming but I still gasped in fright as the heavy pounding of my door. I slid down it, hugging my knees, praying so some kind of god would answer my prayers.

"Please oh please, let him loose interest". He was my Father. He has been drinking; I can smell the intense fragrance of alcohol, even through the door. His screams are like gibberish to my ears and finally he left with one last kick to my door.

I let out the breath I didn't realized I was holding in, and crawled over to the remains of Missy, and started picking her up. I take her to my desk and sit down. I look at the glue and the tape, but solemnly know that she can't be fixed. I leave my desk and head for the lumpy mattress I call a bed, and with one last tearful look at Missy, I turn over and cry myself to sleep…

The morning comes all too early as I'm awakening by the sound of yelling and arguing. Then the shrill cry of my baby sister, all I can think of is "what now". I quickly get dressed intentionally ignoring my desk. I walk out of my quaint room, and stand before the stairs. It seems like years walking down the flight, the screams blurring as I reach the bottom. I tiptoe past the doorway to the kitchen, hoping to make it to the door. All I could see was the door, just needing to reach it, kept thinking, "So close, so close". I finally reach the wonderful metal, twisting it, I had made it!

Then with a fierce yell, my name is called. "Oh no", was all I could think. I ripped open the door, and as fast as my short legs could take me I ran. I didn't even care what direction just running. Even though I knew he wasn't chasing me anymore, I ran. When I finally couldn't run anymore and collapsed to the ground, I decided to survey my surroundings. There were ambulances everywhere, sirens rattling my brain, "how could I have not noticed that before". I saw police questioning people; policemen always gave me the creeps. There were reporters, witness, and huge crowds. I was curious of to what happened, so I crawl my way through the clumps of people, and make it to the "No Crossing" tape. I see them put a sheet of what looks like a little girl. They pick her up and her petite arm slid from the stretcher, it was horribly bruised and broken. It made me sick to my stomach, all I can think is "who could have done that?"

"Hey you! Young man?" I look up to see a tall important policeman. My eyes get wide, and I take off moving. I don't care what he is asking, I ran. As I am running (to what seems like the 80^th time today) I trip over something, my small body flying onto the ground, face first. I lay there for a few seconds feeling pain dissipate, and push myself from the ground spitting out the nasty dirt. With a few choice words I turn around and look at what tripped me.

A doll, beautiful porcelain doll. Memories of Missy flooded my mind, but this doll was… Perfect. Its soft cloth body, embroidered red dress, soft sewn shoes, delicate china face, with big painted blue eyes, soft blonde hair… just beautiful. I picked her up, body limping in my hands; I cradled her to myself simmering in her warmth. I truly fell in love with her, now to just give 'her' a name. Emily, no… Carey, no… Mandy, no… Sarah… perfect, just like her. I held Sarah close and stood on wobbly legs.

"Screw school, all I need is Sarah". I start heading towards the park, just a small broken down play set no one ever goes to anymore. I sit upon the only intact swing out of the three, and start rocking, holding Sarah securely.

"I absolutely love you Sarah, I found you right when I needed to the most, I know you can never replace… Missy, but I can start fresh and new with you. I can't believe someone would leave you on the dirty ground, your way to precious for that".

"Thank you".  "What, what was that?" oh s**t, "Did you just say something?" "Oh yes, I can say a lot of things, like how sweet you are for finding me".  I run my hand through my short hair, "I'm losing my mind".

 

"No your not, your perfect Trevor".

 "Wait how do you know my name, god I'm talking to a doll". 

 

" Oh Trevor, I know a lot of things, like how no one appreciates you, how you have a cute obsession with dolls, what happened to Missy… your promise".

"How, how the hell do you know all this?!?" 'This is insane! This is crazy, I, I never thought I was crazy, but the dolls and'-

 

"Shhhh Trevor, just be quiet. It doesn't matter how I learnt these things, it's about how I can help you"

"What do you mean?"

"I can help you. I can help you get back at anyone who has ever wronged you, who has ever humiliated you, who has ever hurt you". Her small sweet voice turned morbid towards the end of the sentence. I gasped, and I said the first thing that came to mind, "what can we do".

Since my parents were at work, or passed out (mother dearest), Sarah and I decided to discuss this at home, in the comfort of my room. I zoomed up the stairs and into my room, slammed the door shut and locked it, knowing it wouldn't wake up my mother. I took Sarah and we say on the bed, I propped her up against the wall.

"What did you have in mind Sarah?"

 

"Well how much do you hate them my little Trevor? Daddy, Mommy, teachers… bullies. I want to make them pay.  They hurt you, and that hurts me. I helped my old friend, she was very grateful, her boyfriend hurt her, and so once I helped her seek revenge I decided to find you, to help you."

"I promised to make them pay, but what can I do. A stupid practical joke wouldn't explain my pain."

"Well maybe we can make them feel an ounce of your pain, maybe we can make them hurt, like they've hurt you. Maybe we can even make it so they can’t hurt anyone ever again…" She let the idea hang, setting my imagination into frenzy.

"What do you mea- wait? Do, do you mean… kill them?"

 

"You are very smart Trevor. Yes, yes I do mean that. You would be eliminating them, the problem, saving the future generation from their hatefulness. Don't you want to save them? Don't you want to help?"

"Well yes, but wouldn't I get in trouble? I could go to jail; I could be put to death! What will happen to m-?"

 

"Calm down Trevor! Just calm down. After we take our revenge we will run, we will live out lives happily ever after. Ok?"

"Ok, ok. But I still don't think I can, I mean how?"

 

"That's easy love, just remember your anger your hate, it will come easy and as to how? Do you remember the small handgun your father keeps, just in case?"

"Your right." I decide to take the gun… just in case.

I walk slowly down the stairs, hearing our small television on.

'Its channel five news reporting live on Auburn Street, it seems there has been a homicide/suicide here in our little town. Sixteen-year-old, Cindy Larson, an abused teen killed her boyfriend of two years, Mike Barrow. Larson had went berserk after Barrow beat her to a pulp, so she took a Barrow's 5 mm pistol, and shot him twice in the head, and three times in the stomach. She then continued to put the pistol in her mouth and pull the trigger. She was killed instantly. Larson had been previously tested on her sanity, and was confirmed with schizophrenia. She has also been seen with a porcelain doll…" I peaked around the corner and looked at the picture displayed on the screen, it was Sarah!

'The doll has been missing, and if you find it, our police office will need it for testing, so turn it in, there is a reward, for more information go to the-." I stopped listening, frozen in shock. 'Sarah is her doll, she told her to kill that man'.

I walked numbly over to the small cabinet, knowing Father never locks it, I open it, it squeaking as I slide it out. I reach in blindly finding the small handgun, smooth and cold in my hands. It feels good, the power! I smile; I know this is what I need.

"What the hell are you doing here, why aren't you at school?" It's Mother, my pill popping, liquor drinking, and cheating mother. Her appearance is like usual; nasty stained tube top, breasts sagging in it, old baggy jeans with holes all through them; nappy bleached teased hair bushed out around her head, smeared make up all over her face. With my gun behind my back, I remember Sarah's advice, thinking of all the horrible things she has done too me…

 

"I hate you, you worthless… thing! You were a mistake a terrible mistake! I never wanted you, you took away my body, my life, and my god damned marriage! I hope you die, better yet just kill yourself, and get rid of my misery!"

A dark haze fogs my brain, I look at her, smirking evilly.

"Mother, mother, mother" I chuckle a bit, "I'm here to take care of some business, something that has been meaning to be done for a while" Taking out the gun from behind my back I point it toward her, before she can even utter a scream, I fire, bullet flying through the air, piercing her flesh, her heart. As she lands on the ground with a thud I see beautiful crimson flow from the wound, staining her white tube top, and then slowly seeping to the floor. It felt so wonderful, the power, the relief! I'm so caught up in the excitement; I just now hear a tense wailing. I can tell it's the voice of my precious baby sister, Loren. I stroll into the kitchen a new spring in my step. She is hungry and seeing as Mommy's gone, I start heating up formula.

"Loren, don't look at me like that, I did you a huge favor, and I saved you from her hate. You should be thanking me." She just looks at me, her big blue eyes staring innocently. She is so cute, so pure. It would kill me to see her going through what I did. I saved her. The timer went off and I poured the liquid into a bottle and set it out to cool just a bit. I walk back upstairs, I needed to get Sarah.

"Sarah I did it! It felt so good! The power, the immense power!" I say busting into the room.

"Good job Trevor, I told you, you would love it! Now we just need to wait for your father, and then tomorrow we start having real fun".  I scooped up Sarah's delicate body taking her down stairs putting her down by Loren. I sit down in my mother's usual seat, changing the channel to cartoons. Picking up Loren and the bottle and start feeding her. She sucks hungrily; it seems that mommy hasn't fed her today, shame. Time just seems to fly by, and by the time I look at the clock its half past five. Dad should be home anytime now. I put Loren in her playpen, and get ready; propping Sarah on the coffee table, settling myself in father's chair, hand tapping on the frigid metal of the handgun, waiting, just waiting.

I hear my father's old crappy truck pull into our driveway, the engine being shut off. I straighten up, peering at the door, anxious. I see the handle jiggle, it turning and father walking through the door, doing his usual routine. Dropping his lunch box, hanging up his coat and keys, kicking off his massive work boots, finally turning around, and seeing his young son, in his chair, with his handgun.

"Hello Father, welcome home." The twisted smile is back, planted on my face, memories flooding my mind of all his abuse, my mind giving into the darkness. I rise from the chair gracefully strutting around waving the miniscule gun. "So what are you feeling right now? Fear maybe? Ever thought you'd be fearing you son" I chuckle, he is as pale as I ghost, especially as I step over his wife's rotting corpse.

"What the hell have you done?" he stutters.

"What? Didn't you say last night you wanted to kill her, I just pushed it along!" I laughed, "no, I had my own reasons, like I have my reasons for what I'm about to do to you".

"What, what are you going to do Trevor?" he looks so scared; I think maybe I should spare him, but then think, to hell with it.  I raise my gun and pull the trigger, hitting him in the stomach; I want this one to suffer. He falls flat on his back, clutching his tummy. I stand over him looking at him, this is the most vulnerable I've seen him… well ever!

"Don't cry, it’s your fault, if you hadn't have hated me treated me like s**t, we wouldn't be in this mess would we, would we?" my voice gets high and shrill towards the end, "answer me!" he opens his mouth but nothing comes out. I hit him with the handle of the gun, I can hear the skull crack, blood seeping out, and I smile, standing up. I lift my gun up, he looks at me begging me with his eyes, and I just glare, shooting off another shot, right in the forehead.

 

"My goodness Trevor! That was perfect! Did you like that?"

"Oh yes! I can't wait till tomorrow".

I picked up Loren and Sarah taking them to my room, I put Loren in her crib- that I dragged in here from my mother's room- and let her sleep with Sarah. I decided to take a quick shower, wanting to look good for tomorrow's activities! Washing away all the blood and tears. I make it back to my room, and prepare for sleep.

The morning was typical, getting dressed and ready, I pick up my precious sister wrapping her in her thick security blanket, and holding Sarah in the other hand. I also put my gun in my back pocket, wouldn't want to forget that, and head out the door. I make it to the end of my driveway and look back at the once intimating house… it doesn't seem as scary now. I walk towards my neighbor's home, she is an old brittle women, owns her own little vegetable stand. She is nice and has helped me out in many ways, so I want her to take care of Loren, till I get back. I make it to her doorstep setting down a sleeping Loren, and a small note saying that I love her and to take care of her, she's is perfect and pure. I whisper goodbye to her, kissing her forehead lightly, and quickly make my way down the street, a tear sliding down my face, but not looking back.

 

"Are you ready for this Trevor?"

"Yes" that's all I needed to say as I stalked up the steps of my school. Classes haven't begun yet and students were hanging out in the school courtyard, most giving me weird looks, since I had Sarah. 'Its time' is all I can think of. I see them; there are four of them, the boys who hurt me, and Missy, not again damnit!

"Hey kid, what did we tell you, boys aren't supposed to play with dolls" they started to lunge at Sarah and me when I pull the gun from my pocket, and aim it straight towards them.

"Don't come near me! Don't move!" I scream, now the whole school is watching in horror… good. "You've hurt me for the last time! All of you on your damn knees!" they quickly obeyed, realizing their lives are endanger.

"Awe is you crying?" I tilt their chin up with the tip of the gun, "you make me sick!" I remove the gun and spit on the boy's face. He puts his head down and sobs more. I laugh. They look so pathetic.

"Finish them Trevor before the police arrive".  I realize she makes sense and quickly shoot the one at the end, his blood splattering on his friends face and he falls forward, eyes cold and dull. I lean down and dip my finger in the crimson liquid and bring it to my lips tasting the flavor. I start hearing the faint sounds of sirens and quickly blow away the next boy, the others screamed. The sirens are loud, almost deafening. The police are here.

 

"Trevor! They are here you don't have time for the rest, you can’t run!"

"You said I could save myself! You said we could live happily ever after!" I start shaking Sarah; she said I would be safe!

"Trevor take the gun and take your life, you can have your happily ever after without me, I need to help more children" Tears sprang into my eyes; she wanted me to leave her, to leave this world.

"Please Sarah, it can't end like this I, I need you!" I held her to my chest hugging her, praying.

 

"Please Trevor, this is the only way, I will always love you, remember that".

I lifted the gun and pressed it to my temple, breathing hard, tears staining my cheeks, feeling everyone stares on my, the faint sound of people yelling orders and screaming. Squeezing my eyes shut, putting pressure on the trigger:

"I love you Sarah, never forget me"…

 

"Young man, Trevor Whilsten murdered his parents and two fellow classmates, in his last minutes he is seen with a porcelain doll, the doll is still missing…"

 

Author's Note

I wrote this 6 years ago, it was my first horror story.

Reviews

[Sagela]

This is so scary and twisted but I love it!