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Dollhouse [Ch. 1]

Razcoon · 2010-04-17T21:53:01Z

Conscious thoughts swirl into my head and I pull my eyelids open. They feel awfully heavy, so I close them again. Nothing seems clear at the moment. I don't know what I am, why I'm here, what here is, or what I was doing before waking. All I'm sure of is that I had in fact been doing something . Thinking is making my head ache. I clear my thoughts and lay here, allowing the delirium of sleep to fade from my veins. After a while, my head is a little clearer, and I keep trying to remember something... anything , really. What makes the most sense is to give up - both because thinking about it isn't helping me in the slightest, and because it's incredibly boring. Instead, I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. White, everywhere. Above me, below me, around me...white. This world is a complete nothingness, and I'm stuck in the middle of it. Suddenly I feel pressure in my head. At first I think it's only a headache, but I begin to feel pressure everywhere else too. It's not natural, I know this, because I can't scream and my bones are crunching, although I feel no blood. I can't help but feel like I'd rather die than deal with this for another moment. At the very least, I'm sure as hell not bored anymore. Black spots appear before my eyes and I keep blinking to make them go away, to no avail. Pretty soon it's not just spots - everything goes black. Maybe I'm dead. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once again, my eyes open. this time I'm not in the same place as before, and strangely, I feel no pain. I'm on a bed with white satin sheets in an unfamiliar room. The walls are a rich brown mahogany, and deep crimson silk curtains hang from the windows. I'm wide awake now, and horribly confused. My only consolation is that this bed is comfortable, and I can remember something - that I am a human girl. The memory is not much, but it's enough to make me want to get up and dance. Maybe later I'll remember more. I jump out of bed and pace the hard pale wood floor, unsure what to do now. A creaking sound comes from the door and light spills in. Looking up, I see that a girl about 15 years old is peering in. "Hun," she whispers, "are you okay?" I contemplate it for a moment then nod, yes. "Are you scared?" I shake my head, perhaps a little too vigorously, because she smiles knowingly. She steps in all the way and only now do I see how pretty she really is. Her hair is black and falls in perfect ringlets down her back and over her shoulders. Her skin is pale and creamy but her cheeks are flushed with color. The most vivid dark blue I could ever imagine is there in her large eyes. Right below her eyes is a perfectly straight nose, leading down to a small cupid's bow and full lips, only a shade darker then her skin. "You're beautiful," I whisper without meaning to. Laughing, she smiles at me. "Thanks," she says sincerely, "but here we're all too perfect, don't ask me why. So yes, I'm beautiful, but you're insanely gorgeous!" Did she really just call me insanely gorgeous? My face must mirror my thoughts, because she nods. "My name is Tasha, by the way, and your name is Nex. It's short for Nectar, because you arrived with a honeysuckle and it'd be weird to name you that. I arrived with a beach ball, and naming me after that would be even weirder!" she laughs again. "Nope, they had to think about my name for a while, but they decided that since you toss a ball... toss... tash... Tasha. It's a bit of a stretch, but I like it." I stare at her blankly, hardly listening to her anymore. "Sorry for talking so much, but this is the first time I've actually been assigned to a newcomer." I have about a million questions for her to answer, but all I end up saying is, "Um...What?" So lame. "Sorry," she mutters again, "lets go get some dinner, you can meet everyone, and then I'll get Rose to explain it to you. For now, if you didn't already figure it out, whatever a newcomer arrives with is their name. Not hard to figure out what Rose came with, huh? A flower, like you!" she stops babbling and motions for my to follow her out the door. Considering how messed up my head is right now, I figure it won't hurt to get out, so I follow her.