Loveless Doll

The visions of knifes and amethyst blood scattered the little boy from his dreams, making him jerk upright and scream as shadows flew across the dark walls of his room. Tears fell across baby soft flesh, mixing into the heavy scars grafted into his flushing cheeks. His eyes stung as he felt his heart pound hard, an echo of insanity in the thick silence of the "Timeout Room".

He wanted his mom…..

Wanted her to embrace him in her arms and sing him lullabies like he saw mothers do in the movies he saw with his nanny. He wished for that rare whisper in his ear of how much she loved him; how much of a rare jewel he was. He still could feel that soft touch of her lips on his forehead as she tucked him in after he was a good boy at the party.

Jack almost shrieked when he saw the red eyes peak out at him in the closet, he pulled the satin sheets over his head as soft growls began. He knew this is what he deserved for being bad, he closed his innocent eyes as tears fell more heavily, burning the wounds cut deep into his face. His body ached from the beatings his mother had given him for eating food. She had made vomit and cough until she threw him into the room he dreaded most.

The room was on the top of the house and isolated behind many hallways and the walls were impenetrable. The mother had it installed with various devices so she could punish her son when it was necessary (and for her own amusement). The walls were painted solid black and portraits of clowns and carnage were hung up on the wall. The small closet was rebuilt and installed with monsters and sound devices. Jack didn't know any of this of course….. it was only a private hell for him when he was a worthless little shit, as his mother told him.

Soon the thing in the closet began it unstoppable lullaby, its voice the same as his mothers to lure him into the closet to eat his heart. Jack curled his tiny body into a ball, eyes shut tight, hands fisted to his ears to block out the creatures singing.

' Mama will get me, she loves me' he told himself over and over again.

He knew deep down, that despite the torture and beatings his mother put him through, she loved him. There were times when she threw him against the wall or shredded his fragile flesh with her nails. There were moments of screams and bloodied sheets that he was forced to endure. Moments when she would call him a monster and have and episode where her eyes rolled back into her head and white stuff came from her lips. He had to take care of her at those times, because the servants were too scared to go near her at all.

At only five years old his innocence was taken from his very soul and ripped to shreds before his eyes. His mother showed him things that were not normal for little boys to see. She once took a knife and ripped at him with it, telling him it made her happy to see his skin marked as hers. She told him Santa was not happy with him and he better not sleep or he'd have his head stomped on by his boots.

Oh.. Jack new she only did this to teach him to be a man since his father wasn't there all the time.

Jack started to sob as the closet door began to slam open and close, and the things shrieks as it told him he would die soon…