I didn't have nightmares tonight. I had a good, peaceful dream for a change. Until I got to the end of it.

My dream and nightmare...

I woke up in a giant patch of grass. The grass was so green and healthy, it probably was watered everyday. I lifted my head up from the grass and searched for any sign of people. I was alone, but I felt happy, it felt nice to be alone in a place as beautiful as this one. You can do whatever you want.

"Hello?" I asked making sure no one was there.

There was no answer. The giant field of grass was surrounded by a thick forest. The forest was so full of life and colourful I thought I was on a rainbow. I just sat down and tried to take in the beautiful scenery.

Then something came from the trees. No someone, the small figure looked to be chopping down the trees and grass. I watched in horror as trees fell to the grassy ground.

"NO! STOP!" I screamed, finally getting enough courage to get up.

The figure stopped and turned to me. Then two other figures came out of the forest. One just sat down and stared as the other one joined in with first. They got closer to me and I could finally see their faces. It was my family, this was definitely a sign that they are evil and they could destroy anyone or anything no matter how beautiful it is. I mean I would too, but that's not the point.

End of dream.

"Glenda, are you okay?" Glen asked with worried eyes.

"Yeah, a nightmare." I mumbled still waking up.

What time is it? That doesn't really matter though, because I'm a doll, I don't need beauty sleep. I turned and looked into a cracked mirror. You know what? I think I should get more sleep. My hair was shooting out in all directions in a tangled mess, my eyes barley opened with dark bags under them and my scars were just hideous.

"I have nightmares too, sometimes. One time I had a nightmare and I was stuck in a volcano, then out of no where a GIANT eagle swooped down and pushed me into the lava! Then when I thought I was dead, I..." He explained as I zoned out in boredom.

He continued his story as I thought. What if I block all my emotions completely? Then maybe I won't get nightmares. Then I might not fall back into my hiding hole. Grrrrrrrrr...I just want to hit something! I balled my fists with rage. I waddled over to the door and squeezed through the crack.

"What are you doing?" Glen asked in the middle of his story about his dream.

"Hunting. heheheheheHAhaha." I giggled with an evil smile.

I knew Glen had bad memories about 'hunting' that's the main reason I said it. I watched as he cringed the moment I said 'hunting' I laughed with pleasure and continued on my mission. But a voice stopped me.

"Glenda? Where are you goin'?" A sleepy voice asked.

I turned to see Chucky staring down at me with sleepy eyes from the top of the stairs. Should I tell him? Naw.

"um...Er...a glass of water?" I asked more then answered.

His sleepy eyes turned into confused eyes. He knew something was up, but he didn't say anything.

"Okay Glenda." He said turning around. "Have fun hunting." He continued as he laughed.

I smiled. Well at least he didn't stop me. Finally, the first time in a year I get to kill someone. I looked side to side looking for any bedroom door. But a glare caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I turned to see knifes on the kitchen counter. I smiled with joy.

"La la la dumdy do da, dumdy daaaa!" I sang as I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a knife from a wooden block. I held it close to my face to examine it.

"Oh, pretty shiny. Hehe. Buuut...I love my trusty ol' pocket knife." I explained to myself as I pulled out my pocket knife from my pocket.

I held the two knifes together, to compare them. Yep still love my knife. I dropped the knife onto the floor carelessly and continued to look for a bedroom door. I wandered around the home until I spotted a short hallway. The hallway had four white plain doors, 2 on each side.

"Hmmm, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 ,10, 11, 12, 13!" I whispered loudly as I pointed to each one of the doors and stopped at my favourite number.

I jogged quietly over to the door, looking at the door closer, it did have some decorations on it. It had pink little butterflies in the top corners of it.

"Ugh. Butterflies." I mocked mumbling in a squeaky voice.

I started feeling guilty again. I decided to go to a different door. I turned around only to see a pair of legs in front of me.

"Ugh." I whispered quietly as I went into Barbie mode.

I swooped the knife behind my back trying to hide it as best I could.

"What the?" The man said startled as he knelt down in front of me.

He went to grab me, but he sliced his hand on my knife.

"Youch!" The man yelled with pain as he dropped me.

I tried not to scream as well. But I yelped a small yelp as the knife came out of my hand and slid under a bedroom door. The man picked me up carefully and examined me to find any pointy object. Grrrrr he was getting blood all over my clothes.

'I am not going to flip out. I am not going to flip out. I am not going to flip out.' I thought to myself with anger.

"How did you get down here, Scar face?" The man chuckled.

'I AM NOT GOING TO FLIP OUT AND KILL HIM! I AM NOT GOING TO FLIP OUT AND KILL HIM!' I started repeating in my head.

"I didn't do a very good job on your face did I?" The man asked chuckling again.

Okay that's it!

"WHAT THE HECK DUDE?!" I asked angrily as I jumped from his grasp.

...A/N sorry i haven't posted in a couple days...