Warning: US/UK
Chapter One
First Sign
The sun peaked through the heavy drawn curtains, as the golden haired boy under the ruby blankets stirred, while releasing out an annoyed groan of wakefulness. He threw his covers down to his waist and raised his arm up into the air, while letting it limply fall over something cold with a glassy texture and almost instantly he shrieked as the icy coldness pierced him. "What the hell?" he said, as he sat up and rubbed the cool spot on his arm, while staring confusedly downward at his childhood doll. "How did you get here?"
He reached down and plucked the doll up into his grasp, while staring into ghostly and unearthly sad emerald eyes. "So fucking creepy." he muttered, as he threw his legs over his king sized bed and got up onto his feet. "Why did I decide again to move back home? Oh that's right, because my boss wanted me to finish all of his paperwork and my dumbass thought this place would give me some peace. It has done exactly the opposite. For goodness sake, why am I talking to myself?"
The American grumbled, while impatiently setting the Victorian Era doll down onto the chair and turning around to leave. He reflexively entangled his fingers through his sunny locks, as he unlocked his phone and browsed through his emails. "What! I only have until Sunday to finish all of his shit! No way, that's fucking insane!" he screamed, down at his IPhone, while existing his bedroom and stepping out into the hallway. "Damn boss! All he does is fucking bang his chic in his office and order us around, as if we don't know he's doing absolutely nothing."
A whimper and sobbing shattered the boy's complaints, as he instantly froze and became rooted to his spot, while his phone fell through his fingers and clattered onto the carpeted floor, but slowly a sigh of relief escaped through his lips. "Since when did I become so jumpy? It must be coming through the window." he said, while reaching down and picking up his fallen phone. "Time to get ready for the day."
XOXO
A figure appearing exactly like the doll stood in the middle of the American's bedroom crying and whimpering profusely. His slender fingers were over his chest, while he gasped through choked sobs and panted for air. "How many times have I done this? Ironically, the pain only worsens instead of getting better." he said, while reaching up and wiping sparkling tears away. "Oh Alfie, you always find new ways to break my already fragmented heart. Why don't you care anymore?"
The figure walked over to the chair and picked up the doll version of him, while cradling it in his arms. "You wanted me to be with you. In fact, you wished that I was alive, but now you just want me to collect dust." he said, as tears ran down the doll cheeks too. "How much long can I withstand this agony that you have put me through? One day I will have to leave, but I certainly don't want to. Although, the only thing that can prevent that is your love, but I know you won't give it up so easily or willingly, as I do for you."
The sound of water being turned off was heard, as the figure instantly looked up from his tears and immediately dropped the doll back onto the bed, before disappearing in a wisp of black smoke. "Are you ever going to remember?" he whispered, while a dripping wet Alfred walked back into his bedroom, but he remained unaware of his doll returning atop his bed again.
I guess this is my Halloween US/UK story. I hoped you liked it and please tell me your thoughts.