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“Sasha, get off that computer and do something productive for once! Even better, sleep!”
Sasha’s mother’s loud shouts reached up to the rooftop of their house, frustrating her father.
“Can you calm down Elise? You’re not doing any good to this family anyway!” he yelled, screaming with every last rasp his voice and throat can do.
Sasha was another teenager with a broken family, stuck, rotten, and melted on the chair in front of her computer’s screen. If not computer, she’d get her phone and lie on bed all day with no rest. Her family has never been stable ever since an unlucky incident struck, yet she can’t seem to remember what truly happened in that event.
Was it another gruesome little fight, or a paranormal witness?
She resisted going down, she had to. It was horrible down there, every hair on her body would stand up from remembering such things.
She placed her palm on the railings of the house’s stairs, her shaky foot moving down towards the next step. She places her foot on something. An old, porcelain doll. “Crap, this is probably one of those horror movies, isn’t it?” She thought, kicking the doll away. “Whatever, those are stupid and fake."
She went back into her room, locking it. “It’s their fault if they wanna fight, kick and—“ she heard a scream and a shout, from fighting, abuse, all you could possibly think of in a terrible family “— scream.”
She tosses herself to face her desk instead of the wall, lying down on her bed. Her eyes widen, seeing the same old, dusty, porcelain doll on the top of her wardrobe.
Sasha’s ears twitch, hearing the doll speak. Its curly, red hair in two pigtails flow as the air from her mouth blew it with her black, soulless eyes blinking with eyelids she swore wasn’t there. “Why didn’t you save me?”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t come back, Sasha.”
Sasha’s voice quivers in fear. “How do you know my name?”
“Why won’t you remember?” the same distinct voice answers.