I Must Stop the Murders

I hold the beautiful doll close to my chest. Her motorcycle, resting in my room as I play with the white pompom hanging from a string on her hoodie. Her long black hair is in twin ponytails that reach down to her knees. The red skirt of her dress is popping out and I rub against it with my forearm as I continue playing with the hoodie’s pompom. I feel the pompom move and suddenly the doll is life-sized and huge.

“Iam finis faciendus est et occidit animam,” I hear her say in a deadly voice. I look over at the other people around me, my bright smile gone, and replaced by a look of confusion.

“What did she say?” I ask my friend who my mom thinks is gay.

“I must stop the murders,” He replies pale and that was when the girl pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the stomach, my appendix falling to the ground.

I place a hand over the wound and my friend’s older brother helps me to his lawn, which happens to be the closest. I surprisingly feel no pain and the rest of my neighborhood attacks the girl. However, she doesn’t harm anyone else, her knife not even scratching their skin. I’m told to lay down and close my eyes, pretend to be dead, they say.

I close my eyes, and when I open them, I see the girl cornered in my side yard, her back to the fence. My youngest sister and her best friend Sarah pulls on the pompom, and the girl changes back into a doll. As she transforms, my wound closes, and I only notice the changes to my physique. All the fat that was once on my body has been replaced with muscle, my hair is now longer than my shoulders, reaching just below my chest.

I stand up and run to the doll before I know it she’s in my arms again and I’m forgiving her quietly. “I forgive you for stabbing me. It’s not your fault, I deserved it, there was nothing else you could’ve done,” I tell her and notice that her facial expressions are changing as I talk to her. Going from the slight frown similar to Tera’s (a doll everyone but Carla thinks is creepy) to a small smile, and finally resting on a puckered lips thing, where she appears to think I’m too sweet for my good and she has to kiss me on the cheek.

I hug her before locking her behind the gate after being prompted by my friends. I set her on the gate, still fearful of her, so I place her scythe on the back of her motorcycle and attach it to the wood from the fence, while her other weapon I lunge forward as if she’s defending herself.

I close and lock the doors as usual only to hear a sudden pounding on the door from the outside. I open them out of curiosity and see that my sister is now on the other side of the locked door and that the doll had been moved into a more natural position. Fear filled my mind as I lock eyes with my sister and the dog standing next to her.

I knew that it wasn’t my sister standing before me and I said the first thing that came to my mind. “You’re not my sister! You’re her!” I yelled at her, pointing at the doll on the fence. My “sister” looked at me and told me that if I unlocked the front door she would come in through there as proof that she wasn’t the said doll. My fearful mind wasn’t working properly so I agreed.

My sister made it to the front door and unhooked our dog before entering the house herself. I’m about to hug the unhuggable girl when the doll jumps between us. “Carla! Run!” She screams as she pulls out a katana that she had somehow hidden on herself. She rushed to my sister and she transformed, from the redhead antisocial person into a giant black glob with two huge green eyes.

I freeze in my terror and just stand behind the slightly shorter girl. “Carla!” I hear her scream and when she looks back at me she realizes what’s happening. She pulls my face down and forces me to look at her. “Carla, don’t look into that thing’s eyes, it’ll make you relive the worst parts of your life.” She tells me and I slowly nod before I look into her red eyes and she smiles softly. “Now run to my motorcycle! That demon can’t touch you now that you know it’s secret,” She tells me giving me a light shove before attacking the monster.

I grab onto her bike and pull out the spare helmet that reminds me of Celty’s from Durarara!!, I pull up my hair before placing the helmet on and that was when the doll came back to me. I throw her the helmet hanging from the handles. She catches it and her hair is inside the helmet before long. She puts it on and I hear her say something but I can’t make it out as she starts the motorcycle. I wrap my arms around her waist tightly like I used to do when my dad took me out riding with him.

Before I know it we’re riding off out of my peaceful little culdesac and into the distance. We arrive downtown and she takes off the helmet, letting her hair spill out. I take mine off as well, following her lead. I put the helmet back in the saddlebag as she slips off the motorcycle. I have so many questions for the mysterious girl before me but before I can ask any of them she starts talking. “Oh, I’m starving! You must be hungry too, let’s go get something to eat while I explain things to you, if that’s fine,” She says looking back at me, and as I open my mouth to answer my stomach grumbles loudly making her laugh.

“Let’s go!” She said grabbing my hand and pulling me down the streets. We reach a fancy restaurant and I look at the girl still holding my hand. “We have a table for Eirene,” I hear her sweet voice say and the well-groomed man looks at us skeptically before he types in her name on the computer.

The man looks slightly shocked before regaining his composure and addressing the girl holding my hand. “Ms. Eirene, welcome to our establishment, we have your dress waiting upstairs as well as a dress for your date here Ms-” He trails off hoping that one of us will answer. I open my mouth to protest the use of the word “date” only to be cut off by the girl saying my name is Carla.