The Cracked Doll

A girl buys a doll from a charity shop. Little does she know that this will be the biggest mistake she will ever make. She reads a diary which fell out of the dolls skirt. What will happen to her?

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7. The nightmare

I can't sleep. I can never sleep at the moment. When I do sleep I have the nightmare. It's always the same one, and I always wake up the same way, sitting in the corner, soaked in my own sweat shouting and shaking. I am currently visiting a psyciatrist because my Dad thinks I am going mad. I'm not mad though, I know that the doll will come for me and everyone I love or care about. It has already started too. Everyone else thinks my best friend Susan Brook died from a fever but I know better. That night was when the nightmare started. I can't say nightmare because it is always the same one. I start off on a walk with my Dad and brother. At first we are just walking through a field but then no matter how fast I walk I can't catch up with them. I'm running as fast as I can but every step I take they get further and further away from me. I'm screaming at them to wait ut they don't seem to hear me. Then something knocks me over, and I don't know what it is and suddenly I am in a dark, dank mouldy hole. I try to move, but I can't. I realise that I'm in a coffin and I can hear the earth landing on top of it as I get burried alive. Then I see it's face. The doll is standing right in front of me and then I am in a bedroom. It is my Mum and Dad's old bedroom before we moved after Mum died. Dad always said we moved because he couldn't stand to stay in that house, that there were too many bad memories. I recognise the room by the old, faded flowere print curtains, all of mum's old perfumes and her make-up and most importantly their old wardrobe. Dad carved it himself and the most recognisable feature us that it has Mum and Dad's initials entwined in ribbon. I can see Mum lying on their bed. She is in agony as she is giving birth to my younger brother Alex. I can hear my Mum screaming, screaming louder than anything I have ever heard. I can see Alex in the midwife's arms now, but she passes him to Dad almost imedietly. My Mum is bleeding uncontrolably on the bed. She is crying and screaming. I never saw my Mum cry when she was alive. She suddenly goes very still. The midwife says

"I am so sorry, but we have lost her. She bled out. We did everything that we could. It was her fault though." when she says this last bit she points at me. My Dad then starts talking.

"She's right, it is your fault Lucy. You begged us too have another child and look what it's bought us. You have to grow up without a mother and I have to live with the fact that it's your fault. Well I hope that your very happy." These are the most hurtful words he could have said. After that, I'm in a long, dark corridor. The only light is coming from the doll.

"It's true you know, it was your fault. Well now I have told you and you have to live with it!" The doll says this with an evil cackle and then I wake up screaming

"NNOO NNOO IT WASN'T MY FAULT, WHY DID YOU TELL ME?" I scream this over and over and I am sitting in a corner of my bodroom rocking backwards and forwards.

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