The Doll

The doll sits alone in her corner. Her curly blonde hair falls over her shoulders and beautiful dress. Her eyes a sparkling blue, her lips a pink. She sits there alone all day waiting for the night to come. finally the darkness falls, the transforming begins. The blonde curls turn to black and dark red.Her lips a dark almost black red, her once beautiful sparkling blue eyes are now full of red and rage outlined by the black eyeliner. Her beautiful dress turns to black torn clothes. she slips away out the window and into her secret world. A world full of insanity that no one knows about. A place where she hurts herself,not with needles or razors, for its not physical pain. It’s a hurt that is much, more deeper. Emotion. She hurts herself with people, mean cruel people. She thrives for it. Always wanting the pain. It cuts into her soul and the blood leaks out. She feels the rush of insanity go through her veins. she starts to dance. She is suddenly taken over and soon falls in. A trance she doesnt want to escape from. But is soon drawn out by the light of the dawn. she must slip back before someone notices. back into the delusional world of the blonde curls, sparkling blue eues, and the beautiful dress.Back into her corner, waiting, thriving for the darkness to fall once again……………..