Silent Hill: Forgotten Sister
Chapter 2: The Doll
Tuesday: September 16, 2011.
7:47 a.m.
I was staring at the ceiling of the tree house contemplating my life. I could not sleep for shit last night because it was fucking humid in the tree house, the floors were uncomfortable and my stress has been bothering me a lot. So what I did to cope with this horrible problem, for the past three hours, I've been on my phone, which died not too long ago, going through Facebook and all my other social media crap. My eyes, back and head hurt so fucking bad. I seriously need food and a one hundred year nap.
I looked at my watch and it was almost eight.
"Cheese and rice!" I sighed.
I realized that today was Tuesday and that Joshua has school, dad has work and I also have work which starts at three! Yay! Anyways, Joshua and dad should be gone because Josh starts school at eight and dad leaves for work around seven. The good thing is, I don't have to see my dad for a while which I don't mind.
I grabbed all my stuff and climbed down the tree house. But before I go inside, I need to do something that I did not do last night because I was too damn lazy to do it and I had to hide my car from my dad.
I opened the back gate all the way. Next, I entered my car and started it. My car doesn't stink as bad which is good, I thought. When I am done changing the oil later on, I'll clean up my car and make it look nice for once. Speaking of my car, it was now warmed up and I pulled into the backyard. I parked right next to the tree house and turned the car off.
"Fuck I am so tired," I mumbled as I sat back.
I'm fucked up, I thought. My job sucks. I hate working late. These fucking weird ass nightmares that happen now. I hope this is a one time thing! If not, then maybe I need to buy sleeping pills so I can start sleeping. Ughhhh! I hate my life so much!
. . .
I finally managed to get my lazy ass out of the car and inside the house. I entered the kitchen and I noticed my mom was sitting at the table reading her daily bible and enjoying her cup of coffee.
"Good morning mom," I greeted as I closed the back door behind me. "How are you doing this fine morning?"
"Well well, look who decides to show up in the morning," commented Lillian sarcastically. "Good morning Alexander and I am doing fine, thank you."
Alexander, I thought. Of course my mom would complain. She only calls me Alexander when she scolds me or when we're with family.
"I've been home mom," I informed. "I was just chilling in the tree house all night."
"I figured," said Lillian. "I heard your car door around four in the morning."
"Well I am sorry for waking you," I said in a dull tone. "But aren't you used to this?! Me being late?"
"Yes," informed my brown haired mother. "But since you still live with your parents, I still expect you to come home as soon as work is over. The streets can be very dangerous at night."
"But I am a grown man," I argued. "I'll be fine."
"I don't care," said Lillian. "You live with us, you follow the rules."
I sighed.
"Okay," I gave in.
This hasn't been the first time I came home late after work. The max I do is about three or four times a week. I wish mom was like dad, not caring so she can leave me be but at the same time I don't want her to be. I love her with all my heart and if she had to change and be a bitch, fuck that! My mom is the most loving and compassionate woman this Earth has to offer and I would never trade her for anything.
I opened the fridge to look for some food.
"I left you some breakfast in the microwave," informed my brown haired mother.
Fuck yea! I thought. It's probably going to be all cold and stale but who gives a fuck! Food is food!
"Thanks," I said.
I opened the microwave finding a big plate of pancakes and bacon. YESSS! I thought. FOOD! BACON! PANCAKES! FOOD!
I grabbed the plate and sat across the table from my mom. I just realized that I was missing syrup... God damn it! I thought. I hate it when I sit down and suddenly remember something important. Jesus Christ man!
I stood up and opened the fridge.
"So Alex-honey, do you have any plans for today besides work?" Lillian broke the silence.
"After breakfast I am going to change the oil in my car and then I'll shower, eat again and take a short nap," I replied as I took the pancake syrup and orange juice out of the fridge. "I didn't really get much sleep last night because of over time and Joshua's tree house is so damn uncomfortable and hot."
"Josh only has bean bags in there and his tree house isn't meant for sleeping or for you," commented Lillian. "I'm surprised you made it through the night in there."
"Yea, well I am still alive," I commented as I sat down. "I've been through worse."
I poured the syrup all over my pancakes. As I did that, I realized that I forgot a cup... Fuck me! I thought. I'm drinking it out of the damn bottle and I don't care what anyone says.
"Why do you want to know my plans?" I finally asked.
"Well, I wanted you to help out with a few little things around the house because I have to finish working on Anne's autumn dress," informed Lillian. "But if you're-
"Pardon me mom," I said getting up. "But who exactly is Anne?"
I opened the lid and took a drink from the juice bottle.
"Anne Coleridge," replied Lillian as she took a sip from her coffee. "Remember her and please get a cup!"
"What?!" I yelled.
My mom gave me a scolding look. My dad and Anne's dad, Frank, are really close friends. Anne is an old childhood friend of mine before Joshua was born and before she moved away. Her mom used to own a candy shop here in Shepherd's Glen and Anne's mom used to give us free candy. I hated Anne…sometimes. She always beat me when it came to competitions especially in gun or BB gun shooting. Anne can also beat the shit out of me but I say that is not fair because she is a girl and a couple years older than me. I hate her sometimes.
"Really? Oh my god! Why?! Why would you make a dress for her?" I asked. "She's the devil in disguise."
I placed my fingers on my temples and began to rub them. I tried to calm myself down.
"No she is not," said Lillian putting her book down. "She is a sweetheart. You're just upset cause she's gone and you secretly loved her."
I made a disgusted face.
"Eww," I said in disgust. "No. Oh god no!"
"Alex, please stop," informed Lillian.
I sighed in disgust.
"What about Anne? She dead?" I asked.
"Alex!" yelled Lillian.
"What?" I questioned. "I'm just asking."
Mom rolled her eyes.
Wait, I thought. She can't be dead cause mom is making her a dress. Anne could be dead and Frank asked mom to make her a dress for the funeral? Eh! I don't know nor do I care.
"Sorry," I said.
"Anyways, Anne is getting married next month on the twenty first," informed Lillian.
Ewww, I thought. Who would marry her? They must be blind as heck. If I said that to my mom, she'd hurt me cause obviously she likes Anne. Everyone likes her but me!
"I'm not going," I informed.
"Yes you are," argued Lillian.
"I don't care if she died," I confessed. "I am an adult and I say I am not going."
"If you're living under my roof and your father's, yes you are going," stated my mother angrily.
"I'll be getting my own apartment soon," I said. "I'm saving up my money, don't worry."
I took a sip of my oj. My mom sighed.
"Look Alex," said my brown haired mother. "I know you and Anne had butted heads from time to time in the pasts but she is one of your best friends. Just go. She'll be happy to see you."
I rolled my eyes. Yea, Anne would be happy to see me…in a coffin.
"I don't know," I said.
"Well," said Lillian. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted earlier, If you were going to sleep after breakfast, I can just wait for your dad to come home."
Fuck no! I thought.
"No it's fine," I said. "I'll do the chores and you can finish Anne's dress. Just tell me what you need."
If I or Josh don't do chores around the house, we get our asses chewed by our dad. Mostly me! I am not ready to get an ass beating today.
"Thank you sweetie," said Lillian. "I know I can count on you."
Well, there goes my sleeping time but it's my mom. I love my mom a lot and I just can't say no…also I don't want my dad to beat my ass.
8:28 a.m.
After breakfast, I went upstairs to go take a shower. I know it's not necessary for me to shower but I needed to shower so I can get rid of this pot smell, which I am surprised my mom didn't question me about, and so I can feel refreshed. Meh! I thought. Maybe my mom knows but she doesn't want to start an argument.
I leaned on the shower wall, all beat up and tired. I'm so damn tired; I had a hard time trying to figure out how to turn the shower on. I feel like this whole week will go by so sloooww…
. . .
After rinsing my body, I got out of the shower. I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I've been thinking about the nightmare I had last night. I don't think I ever met that little girl in my life. Maybe I did at one point but it was probably a onetime thing? I have no clue and I don't think I am going to worry about it for a while. If the dream happens again, then I'll start to worry.
As I finished drying, I put on a clean gray t-shirt, clean blue plaid boxers with some basketball shorts. I threw the towel on the rack and made my way into mine and Josh's bedroom.
I sat on the bed putting on my sneakers and reading over the list of chores my mom gave me.
*Give the dog food
*Do the family laundry; whites first, colors last
*Clean the garage floor
*Clean the front & back yard
Yea, with yard work, I don't think I'll be able to finish this by the time I go to work. I also think I won't be able to change the oil in my car. Sigh…
8:45 a.m.
I began my chores by doing the laundry first. Laundry is easy, I thought. I grabbed the dirty hampers from the hallway bathroom and my parent's bathroom and went down to the basement. Sometimes I hate being down here, I thought. The basement gives me the heebie jeebies. Whenever I need to go down here for something, I have Josh with me most of the time. Too bad Josh isn't here because I would have made him help me.
I started the washer and began to sort the whites out from the colors and threw the the whites into the washer. After doing all of that, I poured in the soap and a little bit of bleach.
"Laundry half done," I said softly. "Check!"
It should take two hours for the laundry to finish because the whites need to dry and I need to wash and dry the colors. I sighed. Hopefully I do not pass out at work tonight because that would be embarrassing.
. . .
Right next to the dryer was the dog food. I grabbed the bag and exited out the back basement door.
"Shuki!" I called out. "Come here girl!"
I poured the dog food into my dog's metal bowl. I noticed that she needed water too. I grabbed the bowl and made my way to the hose. I turned the water on and filled her bowl up and then turned the water off. I made my way back to Shuki's dog house.
"Shuki!" I called out.
Speaking of her, I thought. I was surprised she didn't bark this morning when I came home late or when I pulled in. Shuki might have been dead asleep in the basement or she was with Josh in the bedroom.
*bark* *bark*
"Here she comes!" I informed to myself.
The black haired German shepherd came running from behind the tree. As the ebony dog ate, I pet her.
"Dog has food and clean water," I said. "Check!"
I looked at my list. Cleaning the garage is next. This should be easy, I thought. All I have to do is sweep the floors and rinse them with water.
Suddenly, my phone rang in my pocket.
*ring* *ring* *ring*
I looked at the caller i.d., Jeff.
Jeff? I thought he was on vacation. Unless he called to brag about it. Jackass, I thought.
"Hellooo?" I answered.
"Hey hey hey Alex!" greeted Jeff enthusiastically. "Guess what?!"
"Hmm what?" I asked.
"NO GUESS!" complained Jeff.
I sighed.
"You met Canadian chicks and you banged em?," I replied.
"Maybe but no!" Jeff said with glee. "I'm on my way home now. My family and I are here at South Ashfield."
I smiled. To hear that Jeff was back from Canada made me so fucking happy. For the past two weeks, I missed his ugly ass.
"Duuuudddeee!" I said. "You seriously just made my day. Now I have to wait like three or four hours just to see your ugly ass."
"I'll be quick like flash!" informed Jeff. "I'll be there within a second."
I chuckled.
"Well Flash," I said. "I am happy you called and I can't wait to see you. Sadly, I hate to break it to you but I have to go, I have chores to do."
"What? Why?!" cried Jeff. "I have so much to tell you about my trip!"
"I know, I know," I said. "I need to finish my chores. I'll call you back when I am done, I promise."
"You better," said Jeff.
I knew that jackass pouted because of the way he spoke. Jeff has been my best friend since kindergarden and I know his ways.
"Look dude, I'll talk to you later," I said. "Bye."
. . .
9: 38 a.m.
Cleaning the garage floor was easy and quick. The floor is a little wet but eventually it'll dry and look nice.
"Garage floor," I softly said. "Check!"
I took a look at my chore list again.
*Give the dog food X
*Do the family laundry; whites first, colors last
*Clean the garage floor X
*Clean the front & back yard
"Ughh!" I complained. "So much shit to do!"
Honestly, I do not want to work on the yards. I rather wait till another time but I need to get them done now so I don't get in trouble. I sighed.
Before I made my way to clean the front yard, I went to go check on the laundry. The whites were done. I grabbed them and threw them into the dryer. I turned the timer for forty five minutes and put in two dryer sheets. I began to set up the washer machine for the colored clothes.
I threw all the clothes inside the machine along with a cup of soap. I closed the lid and let the washer do its magic.
. . .
I went back to the garage to collect the rake and some gloves to clean the yard. All I have to do is rake up the dead plants, pull some weeds that I see and rake up some garbage. It's not a big problem but our yard is kind of big so yea...
I started on the right side of the white picket fence that separated my next door neighbors, the Johnson's, from us. As I raked up all the clutter, I would pick it up and throw it by the tree. Later on I'll go and find a garbage bag to collect this mess.
I raked the corner of the fence and took out all the weeds. I noticed hiding in between the weeds was this big weird looking mushroom sticking out. I hit it a couple of times with the rake but unlike any other mushroom, it didn't fall apart. Strange, I thought. This mushroom is unlike the others.
I leaned the rake against the fence and with my gloves, I pulled on the stranger looking mushroom. At first it was hard to pull out but after a couple more tugs, the shroom was finally free. Actually, this wasn't a shroom. More like an ugly abandoned doll. It was a big enough rag doll for a little girl to cuddle with. The doll has a smile made out of yarn and her eyes were black buttons. Well, the doll only hand one eye. The dolls dress has a checkered pattern and I really can't tell what color it is because it's so dirty. The doll's hair is also made out of yarn which is ruined to make it look like it's bald. On the dress has the initials ES in small font on the bottom of the dress.
"What the hell?!" I said confused.
This must be the Johnson's daughter, Melissa, doll, I thought. How the hell did it end up in our yard?
I wonder if Melissa missed this thing, I thought. This things has been buried for years and Lissa is in her mid twenties now. Meh! I thought. She don't need it. I'll just clean it up and have mom sew it up so I can donate this thing to the needy.
I sat the doll down on the fence and I went back to work.
. . .
11:54 a.m.
I finally finished cleaning the front yard. I was beat but the yard looks nice and clean.
I was sitting on the porch steps, taking a break and staring at the doll I found. This doll is so gross and moldy. I've been dating if I should throw it away instead of donating it. Nah, I thought. There's a little girl out there who doesnt have a doll wants one.
I sighed.
I reached into my pocket and took my phone out. It was almost twelve and I had three hours until work. I have to be honest, I don't feel as tired as I was before. I feel fine for now but I can guarantee around four or five I'll start feeling like crap. I sighed. Hopefully work goes by quick tonight and instead of going out afterwards, I'll just go straight home.
I put my phone away and went back inside the house. In the lounge area, my mom was sitting on the couch sewing together a piece of cloth which I assume it is Anne's autumn dress. Before I went on to do my other chores, I went into the lounge area to talk to my mom. I leaned against the TV stand and hid the doll behind my back.
"Finished with the chores already?" questioned the hazel eyed mother as she continued to work on the dress.
"No, not really," I replied. "I have to finish the laundry and clean the backyard."
"Oh," said Lillian. "Can I help you with anything?"
"Yes," I replied. "Long story short, while cleaning the front yard; I found this doll buried in the yard."
I took the doll out and my mom looked up at me.
"Can I see it?" she asked.
I handed the rotted, dirty doll to my mom. She examined it.
"I was thinking about throwing it away," I informed. "But then I thought about giving it away instead. So can you like fix it up a bit so I can donate it?"
My mom kept quiet. She kept examining the doll like it was some kind of rare, precious diamond.
"So?" I broke the silence. "How does that sound mom?"
My hazel eyed mother sighed.
"Why do you want to do that?" she asked.
"Mom," I scoffed.
I looked at my mom with a stupid look.
"Well?" questioned Lillian.
"Because it'd be a good thing to give it to a child with no toys."
"Well I don't want you to do that," informed my hazel eyed mother.
"Why not?" I argued.
"Because no, Alexander!" yelled Lillian. "We are not giving the doll away."
I stared at my mom in shock. She yelled at me? It's been a while since she yelled at me and most of the time yells at me. Yea my mom scolds me and stuff but she would never yell. Wow...
"Well then," I commented. "The doll is yours then."
I decided not to argue with my mom because I would be disrespecting her and she would tell my dad and my dad would give me shit about it. Not only that but I hate arguing with my mom and after an argument, I always feel like crap. Honestly, I am not really in the mood anymore…
"Honey…" Lillian said softly.
"No no," I informed. "Sorry for trying to be a good guy and donating to the poor kids."
I made my way out of the lounge. Before I could climb upstairs, my mom spoke out.
"Alexander," she said.
I rolled my eyes and faced her.
"Yes?" I questioned.
"That doll belongs to someone close to us," informed Lillian. "She really missed that doll since she left and if she ever found out you donated it, she would throw a fit."
Someone close to us that moved? I thought.
"Is it Anne?" I questioned. "If it is Anne, isn't sh-
"It is not Anne," interrupted Lillian.
"Then who?" I asked.
My mom ignored me and she went back to gaze at the disgusting doll.
"Whatever," I said softly as I made my way down into the basement.
It doesn't even matter. Sorry for trying to be a good person.