Faceless Doll

I don’t know how or why I was born, from what I know it was storming really badly the night of my birth. Even before I was born I was condemned to a life of suffering, for you see my mother passed away soon after bringing me into the world, she died from the blood loss.

Even before I could open my eyes, I have known the pain and suffering in my heart. Father ignored me until he couldn’t take it any longer; he sold me to a wealthy couple that was looking for a playmate for their only son.

I was placed in a crib that felt more like a cage; it had a lid that could be locked. Well to say that things didn’t go my way would be that right thing to say, you see they locked me in that crib for days on end with no food or attention.

I nearly died several times even before my first birthday, my birthday? Hmm…. I never had a birthday, you see their son was the center of their world and I, well I was just a object to them. A possession. Something that they owned; if I so much as asked for anything, I would be punished.

So I learned that doing this thing called talking was something I couldn’t afford to learn, so I never spoke. Not that anyone cared, the other servants just ignored me and avoided me at all costs.

I made the mistake of speaking in front of the master and his friends once, after that I didn’t see the light of day for several months. I remember always being cold; emotions such as love, joy, and happiness mean nothing to me.

These emotions don’t exist in my life, my life is one of suffering and keeping the master’s son happy at all costs. Even if this means adding more suffering to my life, once the young master reached his teen years; he turned into a monster.

He would grab me when I would be writing something and take his sick form of pleasure out on me; he never once prepared me before he would thrust into my body. The only thing that kept me from screaming in pain was the gag in my mouth, I couldn’t remove it for he would keep my hands tied behind my back.

I learned when I was 12 that fighting got me no where, he would take my body whether I wanted it or not. All the time I didn’t want this kind of love, a sick and painful type of pleasure. I wanted real love, someone that would hold me when I am in pain, someone who will tell me that he loves me.

But these like all my dreams it never came true, it was one night a few days before Christmas when I met him. I was sitting at the railing in the shadows above the ballroom watching all of the happy families below, when I caught sight of a tall handsome stranger leaning up against a corner with a bored expression on his face.

He must have seen me staring for he looked right at me, I was sure that no one could see me here in the shadows. When I looked in that corner again, he was gone.

Shaking off what I had seen I turned and headed back to the attic, I wasn’t allowed to live down in the house with the rest of the help. The young master had grown tired of me, so I was banished to the attic with the rest of the useless junk.

Climbing up the stairs into the attic, I maneuvered around all the dusty boxes to my small cot near the only window. Staring out at the grounds of the expansive estate, I felt that all too familiar feeling in my heart.

It was like a cold pressure weighing on my chest, it told me how sad and miserable I was. This feeling was the only thing that reminded me that I was still human and not some unfeeling doll, but why did this feeling have to be bad? Why couldn’t it be a good feeling?

Oh right my life, I am a sad and lonely mute useless plaything to the master and mistress’s son. I like all the things around me am forgotten, or so I thought. I didn’t hear the creak of the stairs or the door being locked, I didn’t even hear someone coming to stand behind me.

A hand went over my mouth as my neck was pulled to the side, as fangs sunk into my neck. The pain was unbearable, but for some reason I couldn’t cry out or move. My head got fuzzy, as black spots danced in front of my eyes.

My vision started to fade to black and before the darkness took me I remembered thinking (at least I will get to see my mother again)

I was lost…

I was alone…

I was floating…

Someone was shaking me, I could hear someone calling to me; telling me to wake up. No I want my mother, I want to stay in the darkness. But that voice was growing more and more clearer in my head “ wake up fledgling, it’s time to wake up”

I groaned and tried to push whoever was trying to take me from my darkness away, but a hand caught mine and lips pressed to mine. I finally snapped out of it and woke up when a tongue slithered into my mouth, eyes widening in shock I struggled to get out of his grasp.

He chuckled at my behavior and let me go I backed up against the headboard then glared at him (he laughed at me ) only to get my answer when he slapped me.