HELLOFINAH
BETSY
June 3, 2017
As i awoke from my sleep, i yawned. I peered around my room and noticed my window was left open. I hopped out of bed, and used all of my strength to shut it. With the sunlight tearing through the glass base of my window, it brought out the bright pink in my room. It also shined onto my Barbie dream house, which sat on the floor, awaiting me to join it in play. I glanced to my closet, and smiled that my backpack was ready for school tomorrow. I walked back to my bed, and bent down to look under it.
My doll, Betsy, stared back at me.
Her eyes were empty, a blank, open mouthed expression was locked onto her face. In glee, i dragged her out from under my bed, and hoisted her into my tight grip. Just having her made me feel more comfortable. She felt alot lighter in my arms than she did last night. Perhaps i am getting bigger, just like mommy said i would as i grew. I looked down at Betsy, examining her, and noticed something dire. There was a large tear near her throat, and it looked simply awful! I felt tears began to form in my eyes, but my sadness quickly dissipated as i realised exactly who could fix this: Dad!
I slowly opened the door to my room, and skipped down the hall to the kitchen area. All the paintings and decorations livening up the hall shook and clattered as i skipped, which was peculiar. I peered into the kitchen to be greeted with the sight of mommy cooking pancakes on the stove. I stepped fully into view of the kitchen door, and said, “Mommy! look what happened to Betsy!”
She stiffened up, and turned around quickly. I held up Betsy for her to see, but as i did, she screamed, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??!!”
I lowered Betsy, and pouted, on the brink of tears. I didn’t think it was that bad. Dad could have easily fixed it. Mom burst into tears and ran out of the kitchen, sobbing and shouting for Dad. Tears started pouring out of my eyes, as i knew now i was in trouble. Dad sprinted through the door mom exited, and ran straight toward me. Before i could react, he tore Betsy from my hands, and knocked me to the ground.
When i opened my eyes again, i noticed i was in a different place. I was in the back of a car, with a cage blocking me from moving to the front area. I heard sirens and shouting. I looked through the window and saw Mom and Dad. Mom was crying very hard, shouting to Betsy, as two men with a stretcher carried her off to an ambulance. Even Dad had tears streaming down his lifeless face. A police officer attempted to talk to him, but he just stared towards Betsy with no emotion present on his face. I tried to move my arms to wipe the tears from my face, but i found they were locked behind me.
I jumped as an officer opened the driver’s side door, and took a seat. As he started the car, he looked back at me, disgusted, and spat, “What is wrong with you? What could that little girl ever have done to you??”