This story is going to be reletively short, since it was mostly a spur of the moment. So I guess, enjoy.
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Coraline's breath escaped her lungs as she tumbled out of the small narrow space of what she knew as the doorway to the other world, more specifically Beldam's world. She scoffed at the name 'Other Mother' because she wasn't even a mother at all. She was a monster that wanted to eat her soul up and toss her behind the mirror like all of the other children.
Getting onto her feet, she scanned the room, feeling pleased that it looked normal and not full of buggy furniture.
"Mom! Dad! I'm hoooommmeee!" She called out, letting her voice echo through the entire house. "Where are you guys?"
Coraline walked into the pale kitchen and saw a brown shopping bag that had banana's protruding from the top. As she pulled the bag downwards, she was assaulted with the smell of rotting fish and fruit. Gasping, she let the bag drop on the table and the contents spilled out. Flies flew out of the bag like they had been there for days, buzzing in the air near the bag like a black cloud.
"Where are you guys?!" She said, her voice becoming a bit panicked. As she tried to calm her breath down, the doorbell had rang. She ran out of the kitchen and into the hallway, her heels clacking against the wooden floor. When she pulled the door open, her hopes for seeing her parent's again were gone.
"Wybie? What are you doing here?" Coraline wanted to insult him or at least show her disdain of his presence but right now she didn't have the heart to after seeing his other counterpart with the corners of his cheeks sewed together.
"I came here because of the doll that I let you have, turns out it was my grandmother's sisters doll.. She's really angry at me and wants it back.." He trailed off, she could tell he felt guilty for taking the doll back.
She couldn't remember the last time she saw the doll and she did NOT want to go back into the little crawlspace to get it. Instead, she sighed and shook her head. "I don't know where it is Wybie, I haven't seen it at all." Coraline said. "But I will keep an eye out for it."
Wybie seemed a bit pleased at the answer so he nodded, "Alright, promise?"
"Promise."
And she did keep the promise, only staying away from the living room as much as possible. As the days grew more, so did the search for the doll. In her mind if she found it, then maybe her parents would come back. Wybie always came by everyday, helping her look.
Eventually she drove him away with her crazy sputtering of Beldam and the doll the woman had made to spy on her, instead his grandmother called the police. Coraline was taken away from the Pink Palace with only a suitcase of her belongings they had let her take from the house.
The doctors at the orphanage she was placed in gave her multitudes of medication, determined that each one of the small pills would clear her of delusion. But it didn't, Coraline didn't show it, not anymore. She was sick of the Psychiatric visits and the doubling medications, so she hid her true feelings and beliefs.
Which made her grow, now she was 16 years old, 4 years latter from the incident. She went to a public school and almost everyone there was either afraid of challenging her to fight or was just frightened by her all in general. Her dark blue hair went all the way down to her hips and a pair of oval shaped glasses covered her light brown eyes, she normally wore a green long sleeve sweatshirt and somewhat tight dark gray sweatpants.
Coraline was not a cutter, but she just felt more comfortable with the sweater on. And the fact that the sweater was indeed her father's made her feel even more so. She lived in a small house with her foster parents, they didn't very much care for her to begin with so she was free to do whatever she liked. And lately she was thinking about the small door at the Pink Palace. Coraline had previously looked not even a week ago to see if anyone had moved into the house, but they never had. And it was still in her parent's name oddly enough, maybe Wybie's grandmother knew the truth and decided to wait for them like Coraline had been doing.
Coraline shook her head and stared at the family picture of when she was exactly twelve. Her heart panged in pain seeing them, that's when her own mind let her decide.
She was finally going to go back, go back and get her parent's.