Tell Me I'm Pretty
There was once a girl named Bella who was 16 years old. Her family had raised her in a loving, positive atmosphere and always encouraged her to care about what’s on the inside. Yet, as much they tried to influence her ideals, they always had trouble with Bella when it came to appearance.
They always told her true beauty was on the inside, but Bella did not or could not grasp this. Since she was very young, she would spent countless hours constantly styling her hair, changing and trying on different clothes, and worrying about how pretty she was. One thing Bella always got compliments on were her eyes, which were a deep, piercing blue. Because of this, eyeshadow was her favorite thing.
This act of trying and re-trying on clothes and make up became even worse when she got her first doll, an old porcelain one that was given to her by her aunt. She admired the grace and style of the doll, to her a perfect portrait of beauty. And her favorite thing about it was how lifelike the doll’s eyes were, which made her think of how pretty her own eyes were.
Since then, Bella became obsessed with dolls, always trying to dress like one and putting on makeup to make her skin white and fair. Her mother became so worried about her obsession with all of this, so she began taking away her clothing and makeup, hoping this would stop her daughter’s excessive behavior. This was to no avail.
Finally, she told Bella that if she wouldn’t stop being so obsessed with appearance, her dolls would be the first thing to go. Bella promised to stop, but she soon found out she still continued the behavior.
Enraged, Bella’s mother got rid of all her dolls and make up, throwing them into the dumpster. This devastated Bella, who screamed and cried for hours once she saw all of her favorite and beautiful things were taken away. Eventually she stopped talking, and was even sent to a psychiatrist who tried to help her, but to no avail.
One day, Bella disappeared on her way home from school. Kidnapping was immediately investigated, as there had been other kidnappings recent in the area. Yet there seemed to be no evidence of any foul play. In fact, they were never even sure that Bella disappeared on her way home, seeing as her cell phone was still in her locker at school. She never went anywhere with out it.
The only clue they had was a call Bella made that morning , which was to a dollmaker by the name of Samuel Black. After checking into it, they found he was one of the best doll makers around and her mother then remembered Bella asking about a Samuel Black doll before, but she refused on account of how expensive they were.
After talking to Mr. Black, they found Bella had contacted him about purchasing one of his dolls , yet did not have enough money. Bella got upset when the dollmaker told her there was nothing he could do, and even discouraged her from buying when she told him her mother had thrown all hers away. He sensed there was something not right with Bella, and ended the call. There was nothing suspicious about Mr. Black, and he was in fact ruled out right away. He was especially cooperative, and even told them he would alert authorities should she ever contact him.
The story was all over the news, and Bella’s mother became even more stressed from all the attention. She was glad when things finally died down around three months later. The one thing that did help her through was the letters of encouragement she got from those who’d seen her story on the news. It was one of the few good things about the publicity.
One day, she received a large package in the mail, to which she reluctantly signed for, since there was no return address. She figured it was another consolary gift from a sympathizer. After tearing off the outer package, she noticed the name “Samuel Black” around the box. She figured he had sent her a gift for all that she’d been through. After opening it completely, to her horror she found a lifesize doll in the package.
This of course upset to her the point of tears, and couldn’t fathom why they would send her a doll to console her after all that had happened. Not only this, she saw in person just how detailed Mr. Black’s dolls were. This one was lifesize in deed, and was ornately decorated , and noticed how eerily real the porcelain eyes were. She was never a fan of porcelain dolls because of how creepy the eyes were, especially on this one. Once she calmed down, she phoned in to vent her outrage. The secretary answered.
“Hello, Samuel Black Dolls, how can I help you?”
“Yes, this is the mother of Bella Sikes. I am furious , because someone has sent me a doll from your company which is ludicrous! After all I’ve been through with my daughter....I-I-I just...”
“Oh my....I am so sorry Mrs. Sikes. If you’d like I’ll look at our orders to see who sent it to you so you can file a harassment complaint to the police.”
After checking for a moment, the secretary came back on the line with a puzzled tone.
“Thanks for holding Mrs. Sikes. I--I’m not really sure how to tell you this but...it seems no one has ordered a doll from us that was sent to you.”
“For crying out...I demand to speak to Samuel then!!”
“oh....oh my. You haven’t heard?”
“The police here in Oregon found him in his home yesterday when he didn’t show up for work. He was murdered.”
“Yes....they’re still investigating it...we’re all pretty shaken up about it...”
“...I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry I got so upset...”
“It’s alright Mrs. Sikes, that’s understandable. You’ve been through a lot with your missing daughter. Is there anything else that we can do for you?”
“No....I’ve got to go.”
“Ok, so sorry about the mix-up. We’ll keep you in our thoughts, take care!”
Mrs. Sikes then put her phone away and sat down in shock, staring blankly as she took the information in. What is going on around here? Who sent the doll to her then? Perhaps someone had it shipped to their private home, then sent it themself to her house....
She then went back into the den where she left the doll, only to find the doll missing with the packaging still there.
“Randy?” She called hesitantly, thinking her husband came home without her noticing. As she got closer to the inner packaging she noticed something odd on it. When she inspected further, she brought her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. There was dried blood on the packaging.
At this moment, she felt the cool touch of porcelain wrap around her. She screamed and pushed the assailant away from her, and took off for the front door, not daring to look behind her. Livid fear coursed through her when she saw a padlock and chain on the front door. She clawed at the lock, but with no success in doing anything.
Soon, she heard the clod of heavy feet coming towards her in the foyer, and froze in terror as she saw the lifesize doll coming towards her. Her legs siezed up, and she shrank herself against the wall, awaiting for the monstrosity to kill her. As the thing got closer she saw a trail of blood that oozed out from the pant leg, which she surmised to be that of Samuel Black.
The porcelain face of the doll creature was the most horrific, a bright smile with blushed cheeks, all painted up and decorated which only made it even more horrifying. Once in front of her, the thing stopped, and turned its head to the side in curiosity.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!!” The mother screamed.
“Do you like it?” The doll thing said in a whisper.
“Do you like it? How I look?” At that moment, the mother realized why this doll’s eyes were so unsettling. They were a deep piercing blue, just like her daughters
“What’s wrong , mommy? I just wanted to hug you...don’t you think I’m pretty? Am I beautiful now?”