So hungry. I lifted up my needle-like hand, the faint light gleaming off of each piece. I just felt so weak. Sure, I can feed myself through cooking, but it's nothing like feeding off a human soul; especially the young ones. Sure adults are fine, but I'd say kids to me are like, how one would view a cupcake versus broccoli. Yeah, I think I'll use that metaphor. I just prefer feeding off of children. Plus it's very boring here believe it or not. Yeah, I have all my creations to entertain me, but take away their own independent minds and their basically my puppets. Booooring. I almost always know what to expect from them 24/7, giving next to no surprises. It's hard even for me to believe that the world I created to entertain and lure small children into is just boring me to death, whenever when that will come. And according to my current state, that won't exactly be long.
I just sat there on the couch next to Other Coraline. We didn't play games or make another attempt to watch the real world again. We didn't even talk. Just sat there in silence. After some long awkward silences, I ask a certain question. "Am I going to die like this?" she looked at me with those deep black button eyes. Oh, how lovely real Coraline would've looked with those eyes. They were the perfect accessory to her chin length blue hair and the freckles that danced all over her cheeks. "Depends. Are you going to let yourself die?" she responded. Even her voice is the same.
I remember that day. Her words still haunt me, echoing repeatedly in my head. I guess doing nothing is only going to starve me further. She's got a point. But what can I do? The only part of me in the real world is a hand lost in a ridiculously deep well, along with the key to allow entrance to and from my world. The door is locked, and there isn't really another way out. Damn it. I knew I shouldn't have made only one entrance. Why didn't I listen to that conscience when I had the chance? While deep in thought, something yanked me out of my mental oasis. I rush to the living room, peaking through the door. The other side was opening, without the key. I only know this because my hand just found it in the well. Time for an incredibly long journey up.
Glaring at the wall of bricks was a girl. She seemed to be about 9 years of age. Her black curls framed her little freckled face, brown eyes glaring in disappointment. From what I can see, a blue ribbon hugged her neck, and she had on what I think is a pink frilly dress. She was sure different than most kids nowadays. If those ghosts were still living in that mirror, I could easily compare her to them.
She clearly wasn't happy to find a wall of bricks considering she just slammed the door closed. I then heard the sound of a piece of furniture being scooted back into place; the action being done rather violently. The last thing that reminded me of her existence was the vibrations of her stomping away. What didn't happen though was the door being locked all over again. I closed my side of the little portal, grinning rather wickedly.
Who was that girl? When did she arrive here? Did Coraline move out or something and she was a part of the current residence? It's only been a year, plus I made sure that her parents had no memory of the events. No matter, I can receive the answers later. Right now I am just plain hungry. I rushed over to my desk, ready to create a new doll. "Bad idea madam" her voice stopped me. I looked over to Other Coraline with questioning eyes. "And why not?" I asked. "You want answers? Try consulting the one and only spy available in the real world: the jumping mouse" she replied with crossed arms. I just had to make her just like real Coraline. "I didn't know there was still a mouse out there" I realized. "This has been Other Coraline on wicked fairy tale news" she left the room with her sarcastic humor. Yep, she's just like the real Coraline.
I went and checked with the mouse; well actually just peaked at the real world through its eyes. Watching from underneath the porch, we heard two voices. "What took you so long?" a familiar one asked. "I speelt ze orange juice" a Russian accent responded. And I'm not talking about that blue guy upstairs. This voice was young and female. "Anyways, we're gonna meet Why-were-you-born at the well" Coraline announced. We then saw two girls walking away from us. Thankfully the mouse gave me a good view of them, following them from the perfect distance. One was Coraline of course, followed by the same girl I saw through the door. She had matching ribbons on her wrists as well, the frills of her dress bouncing with each step.
Yes indeed they met that Wybie kid at the well. "Esther, meet Wybie. Wybie, meet Esther" Coraline introduced. At least I know this child's name now. "Esther, Esther" I repeated to myself. "Eet's a pleasure to meet you" she bowed like a princess, speaking like a Russian angel. I've only known her for a few minutes and I'm already enchanted by this little girl. I watched quietly as she cringed at the mud on her hands, cleaning it off.
Once the older kids calmed down their laughing fit, Wybie got into chatterbox ala mode. I only bothered to remember the important pieces. The fact that her name means Star, and that she's an orphan from Russia. Such valuable information. And if she's an orphan, then that either means she's a visiting friend, or Coraline's adoptive sister. I guess I'll find out as I continue watching.
Things droned on from conversations about a tree house and riding away on a dirt bike. I nearly fell asleep watching the two walk home in slow mo.
My mouse watched the girl eating the mystery food through the window, though the sound was muted thanks to the glass. She even received ice cream. She then simply left the room Popsicle in hand. Scattering around, we watched her enter a bedroom. I have now confirmed that she's living with the Jones family, and that she's Coraline's adoptive sister. Maybe she even arrived today. Well, since she's been introduced to that other kid just today, I'm going with yes. Plus this obviously was no guest bedroom. It was set up like she had officially moved in, though it clearly wasn't that long ago. She was even hanging up some paintings. I have to say, she's a really good artist. And I only know that since they are all in the same style and she had an easel and paints ready. Feeling like I've seen enough, I stopped watching.
Resting my chin on my wrist and tapping my needle hands, I thought about what I had seen. In guess Other Coraline had a point. If real Coraline was still living in the Pink Palace apartments, simply sending a doll identical to Esther just wouldn't do the trick. My fingers continued to tap rhythmically until I grinned at the thought of my idea. "Perfect" I whispered