Doll

I walk over to the door. The creaky floor beneath me screeches. I put my hand on the wooden doorknob. I walk out the door to the old patio, feeling the fresh air fill my lungs. I sit down on the porch swing. Rocking back and forth and back and forth. It’s been 57 days since my daughter Molly went missing. the tragedy still hits me like a hundred bricks. The world torpedoes around me. I sat there quietly thinking about Molly.

The thought of her missing felt like a hole in my stomach. I sat up from the porch swing and walked along the sidewalk that aligned the dark forest. After a few minutes of silently walking and wallowing away in my own tears, I stumbled upon an old doll.

The doll had a white blouse with yellow sunflowers embroidered on it. The curly blond hair flew all over the dolls face in the wind. Dirt was splattered all over her cheeks. The doll reminded me of Molly. I scooped up the doll in my arms and headed back towards the house. The cold air filled my arms with goosebumps that felt like pins and needles. The air got colder and colder as I got closer to the house.

I swung open the front door and gently put the doll on the counter table. Her bright blue eyes stared at me. I suddenly got a chill that fled throughout my whole body. I stumbled backwards. The blood rushed to my head. My heart went into shock. Nothing hit me as hard as this did. I look closer, the doll blinks. It was my daughter. Everything comes back to me.

The moment when my daughter went missing. It was a Sunday morning when my life was turned upside down. Me and Molly went on a morning walk in the woods. There was this abandoned shack in the middle of nowhere. Molly was only 5 when all of this happened. Before I knew it, Molly had wondered in the shack out of reach. I went to go get her from the abandon shack, but she was gone.

Everything comes back to reality. My mind is fuzzy, and my eyes start to water. Molly was trapped. She was trapped inside the doll with no way to get out. Nothing feels real. I look back at the doll. My heart sank. I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. I cradle the doll in my arms and cry myself to sleep.

2The moment when my daughter went missing. It was a Sunday morning when my life was turned upside down. Me and Molly went on a morning walk in the woods. There was this abandoned shack in the middle of nowhere. Molly was only 5 when all of this happened. Before I knew it, Molly had wondered in the shack out of reach. I went to go get her from the abandon shack, but she was gone. Everything comes back to reality. My mind is fuzzy, and my eyes start to water. Molly was trapped. She was trapped inside the doll with no way to get out. Nothing feels real. I look back at the doll. My heart sank. I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. I cradle the doll in my arms and cry myself to sleep.