My Faults

Valerie's P.O.V.

I watched the light grey clouds creep into the personal space of the sun, forming a thin barrier between the sun’s rays hitting against the earth. Looking upon the newly found shade formed by the clouds onto the garden, my shoulders drooped slightly into a more comfortable position; awaiting the first few drops of rain. I stretched out my left arm out of the window, resting my left cheek on my right which was tucked close to my chest.

These days of Spring break, I’ve been sitting by the window doing a lot of thinking. Usually, this window was for drawing but now it has become my safe haven; my own little personal space. Well, it is in my room but this part of the room is best, I thought. I smiled lazily as the first few drops of the rain splattered on my outstretched arm, snapping me out of my daze. It was nice just resting here. The smell of the rain grew stronger, filling me with a sense of love and care for all the good things in my life. It made me feel… homey. I stared out at the forget-me-nots that grew so exuberantly. The bright shade of blue under the grey clouds that had gathered with the limited rays of sunshine descending upon them brought out their true inner beauty. It was almost as though they were calling out to me.

“Valerie? Valerie, come here for a moment, please?” Louis called out.

Well, someone is calling out to me, I mused. I lifted myself up, stretching out my back before calling out, “Coming LouBear! Give me a moment.” After stretching, I walked out of my lavender shaded room and headed downstairs passing through the kitchen, until I reached the latch-hole entrance to the basement which was left open for me. Lowering myself onto the ladder, I climbed down slowly, being careful not to hit my head as I did many times before. I chuckled lightly at the thought until I realised my surroundings had changed. The brick walls were covered with all the paintings I had done myself and rough sketches that I had sketched in my free time. The only lights in the room were warm yellow Christmas lights hung around the perimeter of the ceiling, along with a constellation lamp on a large desk with drawers and fresh paper and all my art equipment set out in a messy yet neat manner.

After I had looked around in awe, I smiled brightly and hugged Louis tight around the waist, whispering, “Thanks Lou. It’s brilliant.” He smiled and hugged back, then patted my head jokingly and replied, “It’s nothing, Kitty. Now, here’s your dream art studio.” I let him go and watched him go up the ladder. It was moments like these that I cherished most. Most times Louis would just be mucking around with me and teasing me. But my Zayn always takes care of that, I smirked slightly.

Once he was upstairs and his footsteps were fading away, I jumped in excitement and danced around happily while singing quietly. As I spun around, a glint from a certain object caught my eye. It was hidden well in a corner close to the door – which lead to the back garden – the shadows almost swallowing its mere being. Taking a few steps towards it slowly, its features began to define and clear in my eyes. There on a wooden stool, sat a doll; A china doll with glassy blue eyes. That’s what was glinting. It was her eyes. I reached out to touch her brown locks of hair when I yanked my hand back in disgust when I felt the dust.

I shook my head thinking, Louis didn’t see her. Or maybe he did... If he's trying to scare me, he's failing. FAIL WHALE!! Well, it’s up to me to clean her up. In deciding so, I picked her up and took her up onto the landing in the kitchen. Grabbing a bucket from the lower cabinet beneath the sink and a bottle of soap, I headed back down into the basement or should I say my art studio? I approached the sink and filled up the bucket with warm water, adding a little soap. I looked at the doll and decided to myself that her name would be Chrissy Doll. I took off her green dress which had layers of satin and tulle; her underskirt made of satin and the overskirt made of tulle, each with a different shade of green. I smiled admiring the handiwork of the seamstress until I noticed a thin pocket on the side of the dress which, if it were back on the doll, it would be along her leg. I felt it and as I had thought, there was an object but in a familiar shape.

Reaching inside with a pair of tweezers I kept with me at all times, I pulled out a mini razor. My breath hitched as I saw the dried black blood along the blade and looked around the room instinctively in fear. My heart rate raced even faster when I saw that Chrissy Doll had disappeared. Looking around frantically, I gasped then sighed in relief when I found her on the floor. Picking her up quickly to inspect any damage, I sighed yet again in relief to find no injury to her delicate body. I took off her hair clips, letting her hair flow freely and gave her a bath in the warm water. Surprisingly, there was no dirt on the dress whatsoever, not a speck of dust. That’s odd. How did Chrissy Doll get her hair dirty… but not her dress? What was she doing? I shook my head at my stupidity. No doll does things herself, silly. She’s not alive.

"Yes I am," A voice said.

Notes

Uhhh... so here's first chapter. ^_^

Mind you, this is my first fanfic so any hate will be ignored. -.-