Misstiched Doll

Chapter 1

In the darkness of a narrow alleyway, my eyelids slid open once hearing the light sound of the rain hitting the pavement underneath my small frail form. With no strength left in my body, I was forced to lay there in silence as my life passed me by. Every moment more and more people walked past this little dark alleyway, only to be disgusted to see such a filthy child taking refuge in the streets. Why..? Why did I have to be all alone? To live such a life of misery and loneliness. All I could do is lay there to only drown in my own tears of agony.

“Someone please….save me..”

Things weren't always like this for me, it all started about three years ago. I was born into a wealthy family, seeing that my family was the owners of a well known research facility that did well after only two years of business. Life was great, the days I spent with my mother and father were ones I would always cherish in my heart. But one faithful day was enough to tear all that happiness to shreds. On the evening of Christmas eve, mother and I were awaiting for my father's arrival. It was a stormy night and only lighting filled the night sky, though it may have been so frightening to most children, I was always so intrigued by that shining light that soared through the sky. I stood there in my living room pressing my little hands against the window, a smile spread across my poclain doll like face. My raven hair swaying back and forth gently as I jumped in anticipation of the next flash of light. But little did I notice, I seemed to be the only one in the room at the time. Perhaps I should have paid more attention, but as much as we want to change the past we can not rewrite it no matter hard we try.

“Aru! Honey where are you!?”

The sudden frightened call of mother was enough to startle me a bit, instantly pulling away from the window I turned around and kept my gaze on the large pair of double doors that separated me from the hallway. Why was mother so frightened? That was all that past in my naive mind of mines, with so much hesitation I slowly dragged my little feet along the marble floor. But within an instant I stopped my steps as soon as a large bang filled my ears, it came from the other side of the door. Filled with fear I stood there with my hands close to my chest, never taking my emerald eyes off of those doors. Rattling was soon beginning to be heard, in fear I ran over to the couch and hid behind it. It was at that moment my life was changed forever, once I peeked my head to the side to see who this mysterious person was I could only scream by the sight.

“Aru~”

Soon I felt such a large pair of hands finding their way around my throat, warn liquid slowly sliding down my pale skin. This person before me was neither my father nor my mother, it was in fact the person who took their lives. In an instant my sight went completely black, I thought I had died along with my parents. But instead I fluttered my eyelids open and found myself lying in an abandoned building. Only feeling the warmth of my blood underneath me, though my parents were killed I was only left with a stab wound on my right thigh. For some reason that night I was spared, only to be left with the pain and loneliness that now consumed me. That night I lost my mother, my father, my home, but also my happiness. I knew nothing was going to replace that, nothing will bring that happiness I lost three years ago. With a small sigh slipping past my chapped lips I carefully lifted my upper body up for I can sit up straight, my vision only to be clouded by my raven hair. Raising my rather frail hand to my forehead, I tucked one side of my raven locks behind my ear. Studying my skinny body I couldn't help but frown, I never thought I'll ever see myself so skinny and frail. But I could only be grateful for still being able to look at the world everyday. Without warning a violent cough forced its way past my lips, raising my hand over my mouth as I leaned forwards from both the pain and pressure. Slowly I pulled my hand away and wasn't surprised to see blood painted all over my hand, it seems I may not have much time left after all before my wound gets infected. Slowly I let my eyelids cover my emerald greens eyes as I sat there in utter silence, letting the cold rain strike my frail frame.