My name is Aisha. A doll that was owned by a girl who dies three years ago. The cause of her death is unknown - only I know the real story. She was found in her own room , with some parts of her body missing. People say she was cursed. God punish her because of her misfortune and her unwanted presence near others. Silly reason to be cursed right ? Only idiotic people believes a curse like that - at least that is what I think. And apparently I was wrong. The whole town believe this rumour, and start avoiding her house. Some times , I wondered about them. Did they even care about my owner at the first place ?
This owner has some trade mark. I don't know if it was from birth , blood line or anything. She has a long silky hair , a sparkling eyes and very smooth skin. She is kind and cheerful - unlike me. One thing I know for sure, she is strong. Not physically,but mentally. I don't think there are many children at her age that manage to smile after all she has been through. Most of the children will cry and run back to their parents. She is special. I realize that since the first time we met.
5 years ago
Christmas Eve
I was there , staring at the dark sky. Lying on the cold , wet garbage around me. It was snowing heavily. My last owner abandoned me here , and she kept saying that I'm a cursed doll. All because the day she picked me up , her house got burned and her mother got killed in it. She dropped me accidentally in the fire , and by the time she realize it , the fire already gone wild. It seems that I was her first toy , after hearing her yelling about a doll desperately. I want to yell back to her , saying that I'm here. But , how can a mere doll yell ? They can't even walk ! So , I just lie there and hoping there's a miracle for me to survive.
And it seems that god answered my prayer. I saw the girl's mom coming to my direction and pick me up. I was truly grateful at her. But , things turns out badly. She is almost out of the house , holding me in her arms. Then suddenly , the roof fell. She was trapped , only her arms that was holding me was out. With her last strenght , the mother throw me out of the house. And I was caught by some of the villagers that was trying to put out the fire. Now I'm back in the little girl's arm, and watched back to the burning house while hoping that my saviour will come out fine. But she never came. The girl's mother was burned alive in the ruins of her own house. And when the fire was out , there is no trace of her being. They have become dust , just like the house.
The girl went wild , crying hysterically like she was crazy . She said bad words and cursed , which was directed to me. Blaming that I was the cause of her mother's death. I can't and won't blame her for her actions. I can only watch as she throws me , punch me , kick me and stomp me to the ground. While doing so , She keep saying that her family was suppose to have a Christmas party. A happy Christmas dinner together , and that I ruined it all. When she calmed down , she throw me into the dumpster and left me behind. The pain from all of those punches , kicks and stomps is indescrible. If I was a human , maybe I could've died. She even ripped some of my body parts ! Now all I can do is count on my senses. I feel like crying , yelling and pouring all my heart into a sentence. But it was impossible. Impossible for a doll who lost some of her body parts , not loved and even worse , cursed from the very moment she was born. A doll just like me.
After a few hours at the dumbster, I felt that some one grabbed me. I couldn't see because that last girl ripped my button eyes. I could hear a cute voice. From the sound of it , I can tell that the one holding me is a girl. Her voice is a little too cute for a teenage girl, so I can guess that she is around 9 years old. " Wow ! A beautiful dolly ! What are you doing here ? " she ask. And of course , I didn't reply - I'm a mere doll after all. " And why are you full of marks ? Where is your owner ? What happen to your eyes ? How did you - " she kept asking me question which I ignore. I just stared off into my mind , wondering what did I do to deserve this punishment. Punishment to be a cursed doll. I was just made by some piece of purple cloth and cottons. Just like other mere dolls. Yet I'm the only one who got this punishment. I already saw 3 bad tragedies that striked my last 3 owners. The first get murdered , the second got in an accident and the third one got her house burned and her mother died. And all of them happened the day they picked me up. I can never forget the smell of blood. When they died , I was there. Watching and sitting there hopelessly , like I was watching a horror movie.
In the middle of my thoughts , I suddenly felt warmth around me. I could feel something hard yet was wrapping me around from behind. And now I realize that she was hugging me. I could hear what she said. "Don't worry , from now I will be your owner. I don't know if I can give you the best life , but I'll try my best to make you happy ! I can be your friend and you can be mine. You won't be alone and neither will I." Suddenly , I felt her arms grab me and lift me higher than before. " From now on I'll call you Aisha ! I hope we can get along well. " That was the first time someone named me. I never had a name and never knew how it felt to have one. But that time , I finally knew. I felt happy. Happy to have a name for myself. Happy to know who I really am. Happy because someone finally had me as a friend , not as a toy. And most of all... I'm happy to know that I'm not alone anymore. From that day onwards , I am Aisha. The Cursed Doll.
