Happy Halloween Everybody. Here is the story I have promised you. Dollhouse!
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-RomanceAndSecondChances
Prelude: Costume Hunting
The fallen red leaves from nearby maple trees drift through the windy road of Greenville's downtown as the once rowdy streets come back to life after a good night's rest. Each citizen in this small town takes their time to walk around the narrow streets of the shopping center as their eyes look straight into the window of the nearest small local markets, and shops around them. Each rectangular window displays the latest advertisement for Halloween, but no one really ever stops to admire the setups of advertisement from each beauty work of art. Instead these citizens of this historical hometown continue to make their ways towards their nearest store. Meanwhile many mothers try their hardest to pry their children off from the nearby toy window display.
Over the years of living in this town called Crayon, I have come to notice that this small society loves to celebrate big events. And Halloween is no exception. Everywhere I would go my eyes could come in contact with joyous parents rushing their small children back towards their home. I can see the excitement in every single children's colored eyes succeeding in finding the costume of their dreams meanwhile their mothers help them cross the earthy streets as they make their way towards their home. As these families continue to leave the location, I feel someone's small hand gently tug on my right hand. My oval shape head snaps down towards my right side of my shoulder to see a little girl standing right next to me. This brunette girl of seven years old gives me a gleeful white smile as her hazel golden brown eyes widen with excitement. Slowly she skips around the cement sidewalks in her flat pink slippers as her yellow dress flows up and down from her movements. A smile comes upon my face as I walk my daughter towards the nearest shop.
The smell of freshly baked cookies catches our attention and I decided for us to stop by the nearest bakery for a snack. I gently pull my daughter towards the bakery and buy a couple of cookies. The tan skin tone girl lets out a squeal of happiness as an elderly woman behind the register hands the energetic girl a chocolate cookie. The classic brown color cookie with droplets of chocolate chips has only been in her hand for a while, and before she could grab a good hold of the circle shape sweet, she places it into her mouth. A giggle escapes from the girls anticipation as the Hershey chocolate favor invades her taste buds. My eyes give my daughter a scold for her actions meanwhile the elderly woman tells me not to worry about it and that the cookie is on the house.
A small smile comes upon my face as I decide to accept elderly woman's kind gesture. The woman gives my daughter one more smile before watching us walk out the bakery. We continued to walk around the place with smiles upon our faces as we continue our quest for the perfect costume for my daughter.
Three hours later and my daughter's face slowly falters. A concerned look comes upon my motherly face as my eyes look over towards her direction.
"Pumpkin what is wrong?" I state in a worrisome tone.
"Mama! We are never gonna find one." She states in a frustrated tone.
"Oh sweetheart, I am sure we will find it!" I exclaim in a reassuring tone.
"Do you think we are going to find the best costume ever?" The innocent girl states in a scared tone.
A huge reassuring smile comes upon my face as I respond back, "Yes Isabella! We will find the best costume for you sweetheart. And we are not going home until we find it."
"Yay! Oh thank you Mommy! I still just can't believe that Halloween is coming." Isabella exclaims in a joyous tone.
My brown eyes soften up a bit as I look over at my daughter with admiration. Everything in this moment feels is perfect until my eyes catch sight of the latest window display. My heart starts to rapidly speed up from seeing the object. The floral wallpaper, the small miniature furniture and dividers of each room causes the blood from my face to go down towards my feet. As I continue to look at the reflection I get lost in my own thoughts. The sounds of the busy traffic disappears from my mind as my eyes stare straight at my own reflection in the window display. A woman with brunette curly hair, pale white skin and dark brown eyes see a womanly figure staring right back at me. But soon my vision blurs for a bit and a picture of my seven year old self from years ago looks back at me. A gasp of air comes through my thin pink lips as I try my hardest to erase those memories from a long time ago. Memories that send a chill down my spine and I would rather forget.
"Mommy!"
I hear Isabella shout towards me from afar but I couldn't snap out of my daze. Instead my vision begins to blur again as my dark past comes back to the surface of my mind.