Welcome to my perfect world
Hello everyone! I've finally decided to write my first story.
It's based on the Rugrats Theory.
The story will be an Angelica POV but the prologue is through her mother's eyes so I hope you enjoy :)
Prologue
I lay sprawled out on my husband's and my bed gazing out the window listening to the gentle rain fall and the sun slowly set. I skimmed my fingertips down the veins of my right arm looking at all the needle marks, the further I went down and the more I saw the further I felt myself spiral into helplessness and withdrawal.
I was broken out of my trance by the sound of a small child giggling nearby, I looked over the side of the bed and saw my daughter, Angelica, playing with her pretty pink doll house and new favourite doll.
I bought it for her last week at a garage sale at Didi and Stu's house. Stu spends a lot of his time in the basement making toys, wonderful toys made out of love for his son, Tommy, a son who will never have the chance to enjoy them. Poor Stu and Didi, their first son was a still born, Stu has never really been the same since. I quickly shook the memory from my head.
I smiled and caressed Angelica's soft blonde locks.
She looked up at me innocently and said "Mummy, I'm hungry, could I go get some milk and a cookies from the kitchen?" I nodded and her big eyes light up as she skipped off to get her treat.
I smiled after her then realised the effects of the heroine were starting to wear off.
I twitched with excitement at the thought of getting my own little treat too and rolled over to prepare.
I felt ashamed but I couldn't stop. I used to think that I could control heroine, what a fool I was. I never controlled heroine, it was always the one who controlled me.
I lit the small candle and poured a small amount of the white power onto my spoon with a dash of water and started to boil it. Then I heard Angelica return.
I quickly turned over and said "Princess, could you take your dolly into your room for a little while? I'm sure all your other toys would love to play with her in the doll house too."
She looked at me and danced with excitement over to her little set up.
"You're right! I should be fair and let all the toys play in the house" she then turned her eyes towards me, "You'll come have a tea party with us soon, right mummy?" she said in a quiet hopeful voice.
"Of course sweetheart, now off you go" I said and playfully waved my hand toward the door.
I turned back over and picked up my cotton ball, carefully soaking up all the contents on the spoon. Then I picked up the syringe and pushed it into the cotton ball and started draining.
I tightly wrapped my belt around my arm and gripped the end with my jaws and pushed the needle into my vein and felt the exhilarating fluid run into my body. I laid back to fully absorb the brief feeling before the judgemental reality returned.
I heard a soft rapping on the door frame and looked over to see Angelica's face with her little doll. She walked in and held it up proudly for me to see.
The doll's hair was now short with the occasional longer strands and bald parts. It had also been glued together in clumps that stood upwards.
The doll was also wearing an old orange dress, similar to the one I wore quite often.
"Look mummy! I made my doll look just like you, I even decided to give her your name, Cynthia. Do you like it?"
"Of course princess, I love it, make sure you don't lose her, okay?" I responded and gave her the sweetest smile I could with what remaining energy I had left.
"I'll keep her with me always, I promise!" and with that she left to go play again.
My eyelids suddenly felt like they weighed a ton and I could feel them fluttering closed as my consciousness steadily slipped away.
Disclaimer!
I do not own any of the characters or the theory.
