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Broken Porcelain Doll

By StarUchiha

Chapter 11

Reiquen POV

It was early in the morning, Saturday. I don't do well waking up on Saturday's at such hours but a knock at my door pushed me too. I had really expected to be some kind of salesman selling some worthless object that they would have to demonstrate. Let's just say that I learned along time ago not to trust the salesmen of Dimmsdale.

But it wasn't a salesman at my door, it was Ellie. She looked at little flustered, red-faced and all, and was dressed provocatively in a purple low neck sun dress. I looked at her a few moments before looking myself – dressed in a black tank top that came up above my hips and a pair of green-plaid flannel pants. She was all neatly made up, make-up and hair perfectly made. My own hair was sloppily tied back in a bun, with locks sticking out which way and that, and my make-up from the day before that I had been to tired to take off, smudged down my cheeks and eye bone.

"Did I sleep in," I asked hoarsely, morning voice still plaguing my throat.

She shook her head, perfect hair wildly waving underneath her large straw hat. I scratched at the edge of my jaw a little.

"Then why are you here so early? Aren't we supposed to meet after lunch," I asked leaning into the frame of the door casually. She nodded.

"I was out with Timmy-"

I cocked an eyebrow at her. She flat lined her smile in return.

"I was out with him and I needed an out. I didn't feel like lying so I came here like I said I would."

I motioned for her to come in when a few drops of rain started to fall upon her hat covered head. She walked in quietly, kicking her shoes off softly. I could see on her face she was keeping something from me, but I decided not to push her. I lead her to the living room, and watched as her face lit up.

"What," I asked her looking around the room to see if anything was out of place.

Nothing seemed to be, the TV was perched upon a large black maple mantle. To the wall facing the street was a large window with white silk drapes and a small couch underneath. Opposite the couch was my mother's bookshelf, filled to the brim with books on all subjects. The floors weren't stained…maybe they looked weird without carpets to her. But the wood had a very nice shine upon its dark red hue; I couldn't see how that could be a problem. In front of the TV was another couch about the size of the one in front of the window. Beside it was my father old lounge chair which was covered in a white sheet. A few pieces of my mother's old paintings lined the white walls, above the frame of the walls a decorative pattern painted in gold.

"Wow," she whispered walking in a few more steps.

"What," I repeated a little louder. She turned to me giddily.

"Your house! It's gorgeous!"

"You've only seen this room and the hallway."

"Well either way, my house is nothing compared to this room! It's so big and beautiful."

I shifted uncomfortably as she continued to walk around admiring the room.

"Why did you not want to be with Timmy," I asked attempting to get her to stop running around my living room.

It worked; she stopped but she looked at me sadly, "It's nothing. I swear. The conversation was just getting dry."

I nodded, not believing her, but she seemed persistent on keeping her story as is. I looked down at myself again, quite distraught at my messy state.

"Ellie," I called, "I think I'm going to go get ready. Please stay down here, I won't be long."

She nodded and went on looking about the room. I sighed pulling my hair free and ruffling it up a little as I started up the stairs. The carpeted floors covered my heavy steps. When I reached the top I drowsily made my way to my room.

I quickly striped my body of its clothing, threw them by the hamper – I really needed to work on my aim, started for my wardrobe. Until that is, something caught my eye.

My reflection in my full length mirror.

I looked to my wardrobe then back to the mirror – or rather my naked form in the mirror. I bit down on my lip. Get dressed or check myself in the mirror then get dressed…I really didn't want to keep Ellie down stairs for too long. She definitely could not go long without breaking something, especially in my living room full of antique books and paintings.

What were a few minutes in reality though? I walked slowly over to my mirror, its decadent frame glittering from the slight beams of light through my dark curtains. I frowned at my body, picking at every detail.

Still too skinny, still looked hollow, my eyes, dull and lifeless. My face showed my high cheek bones with a sharp crease and my long nose too, each edge was too formed; ugly. Every part of my body was sharp and rough looking, my limbs all looked as if a single touch would leave them shattered. If I hadn't been moving I could have sworn I was dead or at least close to it.

I looked around my room, to each shelf full of dolls. They were being silent, but they've said things before. Things that made sense, truthfully it made me feel better when they did talk. Almost like I wasn't alone. I sighed, waiting a few moments for a single word.

None came.

I nodded to myself and walked over to my dresser soundlessly. I carelessly opened its large drawers, shifting its contents around searching for something warm. I pulled out a turtle-neck, just a plain black, nothing special. Then a pair of jeans, panties, bra…

Reiquen…

My head shot up and I looked around my room, glossy eyes seemingly staring through me.

"Yes?"

There is someone in the house Reiquen…

"Yes there is – but it was raining, I would have hated to see her get all wet."

You know the rules…

"I do."

Then why have you been so willing to break them lately? We've heard you talk of this boy so much in the last few days, and now you let another in the house. Is this how your father raised you?...

I bit down on my lip, my gut beginning to swim – not in the way like when I was Chester. It hurt, like I had just done something wrong. But I don't think I have…had I?

I tried to ignore them; they had never been so forward before or brash. They used to be understanding. I quickly dressed myself, but they refused to stop.

Reiquen, Reiquen…we know you can still hear us…

"I can't," I whined to myself, my breathing rapidly increasing.

You can, you have to learn Reiquen…bad things will happen. That's what the rules are for…

"No, no, no, no," I croaked, on the verge of sobbing as tears ran down my cheeks. I slammed my hands to my ears attempting to block out the noise, but they still talked. Louder. Stronger.

Bad things Reiquen…

"Never."

People will get hurt…

"You can't possibly know that."

You will get hurt…

I stopped and let my hands fall from my ears. I looked around my room, a dead silence taking over. I stood for several moments, wondering if they were waiting for an answer. I didn't care; they had changed. I ran, slamming the door behind me – leaning into it securely once it was closed. I let my eyes shut, heavy panting claiming the air.

I opened them after a few seconds. At first my vision was blurry, but I could see something there, a figure. My breath hitched in my throat.

I winced, "Dad?"

"No, it's Ellie," the figure whispered worriedly. I let out the air from my lungs and pushed myself up from the door. My vision came back rather fast after that and I could see that it was indeed Ellie in front of me.

"I'm sorry, did I take too long," I asked with a slight breathlessness in my voice.

She shook her head, "I know you asked me to stay down stairs but I heard you talking. I thought maybe you had hurt yourself."

I felt the corner's of my mouth turn up a little, "You were worried?"

"Very," she insisted. I looked down to the ground…people will get hurt. I did not want anyone to get hurt, especially not Ellie. She actually…cared.

"C'mon," she urged taking me by the arm, "It's stopped raining. Just a quick shower it seems, lets go to the mall, huh? Why don't we call the guys and see what they're doing."

I nodded, letting her pull me down the stairs while she took out her cell-phone. I watched carefully as she dialled. Soon enough though, her calls were over with and the house door was locked, and we were on our way.

But I could see on her face, just like when she had first come though my door – she was hiding something from me.

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