Chapter 3 Rag Doll
Piper's tears lept down her cheek and wouldnt stop.She pulled the black trunk near her and sighed wanting to open this buried thing she hadnt seen in years, but she also felt the compulsion to just leave it and not be worried about it.Worried about such a stupid thing.
She lifted up the heavy cover to the chest and sneezed a bit. The cover was heavy and tough, but she lifted it as the dust swarmed out and made a swirl arond and fell to the floor.
She looked in and stared into it.A warm cozy feeling came over her but it didn't help her pain and she still felt tense and scared.
Deep inside the trunk she found her old book, it was her book before she knew she was a witch. It had her favorite stories.All the stories Grams had told her about when she was growing up, all her magic stories. A little more down in the chest she found something of each of theirs. Including the doll.
The doll that was Prue's, the one which Prue had given to her and tooken back.
She remembered it, she thought of it just as she picked up the old dusty doll, who's hair had been knoted and clothes had been tore.
She looked at the doll and that's what amde her the most scared. It felt alive and it made her feel uneasy and worse.
Picking up the doll, she held it close and a tear fell even more, but even more this time they wouldn't stop and weren't going down her cheek as easy, they fell and fell and wouldn't let her hold anything on mind.
Holding the doll close to her chest and weeping with sorrow, the doll gave her memories and things that couldn't be expalined. Even herself.
Rocking back and forth near the chest and holding the doll. Her pain grew and her heart felt weak and her thoughts grew sad.
Piper's tears lept down her cheek and wouldnt stop.She pulled the black trunk near her and sighed wanting to open this buried thing she hadnt seen in years, but she also felt the compulsion to just leave it and not be worried about it.Worried about such a stupid thing.
She lifted up the heavy cover to the chest and sneezed a bit. The cover was heavy and tough, but she lifted it as the dust swarmed out and made a swirl arond and fell to the floor.
She looked in and stared into it.A warm cozy feeling came over her but it didn't help her pain and she still felt tense and scared.
Deep inside the trunk she found her old book, it was her book before she knew she was a witch. It had her favorite stories.All the stories Grams had told her about when she was growing up, all her magic stories. A little more down in the chest she found something of each of theirs. Including the doll.
The doll that was Prue's, the one which Prue had given to her and tooken back.
She remembered it, she thought of it just as she picked up the old dusty doll, who's hair had been knoted and clothes had been tore.
She looked at the doll and that's what amde her the most scared. It felt alive and it made her feel uneasy and worse.
Picking up the doll, she held it close and a tear fell even more, but even more this time they wouldn't stop and weren't going down her cheek as easy, they fell and fell and wouldn't let her hold anything on mind.
Holding the doll close to her chest and weeping with sorrow, the doll gave her memories and things that couldn't be expalined. Even herself.
Rocking back and forth near the chest and holding the doll. Her pain grew and her heart felt weak and her thoughts grew sad.