"Haven of the Dolls"

By:  Eeichiroo, Loser of the Day
<kingghidora@hotmail.com>
	

	I was smiling and walking along happily down the street to my home from 
school when I saw a girl sitting alone upon a bus bench across the 
street.  So seeing how she seemed lonely I walked up to the street 
crossing then waited till the sign flashed red and all the fast cars 
stopped and allowed me to walk across the street.  Once I was across I 
began to walk to the bench and then smiles politely and, I think, 
friendly as I sat on the other side of the bench.  Then with a smile and 
a warm feeling I looked at her and said, hello.  But she only looked at 
me with her eyes half closed but seemed to stare at my pet tiger who sat 
beside me and also smiled at her.  Her smile didn’t look nice, but she 
looked nice.  She had brown hair with these little red metal clips, they 
kind of looked like kitty ears, and then she had these blue eyes like 
she had the sky in her eyes.  Her smile was nice but not, like when a 
bully was about to sock you, that kind of smile.  And then I looked 
downward at her body and noticed she had the funny bumps on her chest 
like Mom does and she wore a dress that was from one of them private 
schools were my best friend now goes to.
	But then I looked back up at her as I heard her voice, it was American, 
it had that quality to it, but it seemed she was also, I dunno, German, 
yeah, she had that slight quality, like those movies they showed on T.V. 
sometimes.  But when I looked up I saw her smile was even more bad as 
she began to speak, what a typical kid.  This caught me off guard as I 
looked at her, huh?  She still stared at my tiger and laughed for just a 
bit then looked at him again, only a kid would carry around a doll and 
think he’s alive…  That was a mean thing to say, mr. Tiger is and was 
alive, uh uh.  She only smiled and shook her head, oh yeah.  Her smile 
was wide and her eyes seemed to shine, if he’s alive, how come he 
doesn’t talk, laugh, run, jump, play…  Her words hurt and I couldn’t 
help but look at the floor and then at Mr. Tiger then I looked at her 
just barely, maybe he doesn’t want to…  She looked as if she had just 
won something, and maybe she had, yeah…  I was mad, my fist quivered as 
did my lips and my eyes as I thought of this, he was alive!  Maybe no 
one else believed me, but that didn’t matter, he was and is alive.  But 
that didn’t matter then, I wanted to beat her up, but I knew I wouldn’t 
and couldn’t, so I did the only thing I could, cry.  My eyes watered and 
my lips quivered as I began to sob wildly as the tears streamed down my 
cheeks and dripped off of my chin onto the floor.  But she just stared 
at me and shook her head.  So I just got up and blubbered out, with my 
voice broken by sobs, I’m gonna go…  And with that I left the girl and 
the bench with my tiger in one hand while walking home.  And I did hope 
never to meet her again…

	But I did meet her again, this was about six months later when I was 
walking home from my friends’ house and I saw her there again, upon the 
bench across the street.  But now she seemed lost, not the kind of lost 
like when I got separated from Mom at the mall, but this seemed worse, 
like she had lost everything that mattered.  So not caring about how she 
made me cry the last time I went across the street, which was empty at 
the time, and sat at the other end of the bench but not before putting 
Mr. Tiger beside me and then I looked at her and smiled warmly.  Much to 
my surprise she looked at me and smiled, hello.  Her smile was warm and 
I could only blush at the fact she seemed to be happy to see me and I 
barely said, hello as I peered up at her.  She still smiled as she 
looked me over then she seemed to stare at Mr. Tiger and her eyes seemed 
to quiver, that is a very pretty tiger.  It was still uncomfortable so 
all I could do really was smile and nod, he’s my tiger.  She smiled as 
she moved her arms towards him then she just stopped and looked at me, 
may I see him?  She seemed lonely so I nodded and she looked at it then 
smiles as her eyes seemed to well up, my mother had a doll…  I just 
watched her as she continued to hold Mr. Tiger at arms length and seemed 
to remember stuff, she loved that doll as if it were alive…  Then I saw 
a single tear stream down her face before she blinked a few times then 
handed me the doll, she loved it to death…  I could only stare at her as 
she seemed to hold back something, I’m sorry if Mr. Tiger hurt your 
feelings…  I said this as I put him in my bag then I looked at her only 
to see she was now looking at me as if I were Mr. Tiger then she smiled 
warmly, can you sit right here please?  She looked at me warmly and 
gently patted the area she’d like me to be so I just smiled and sat 
beside her as she asked.
	When I did sit beside her I looked at her warmly and smiled then 
blushed slightly as she began to idly run her fingers through my hair 
and smiled, hmm…  This wasn’t so bad and I smiled at it till I felt her 
hand drift down and begin to gently stroke my cheek and brush against my 
lips, yes… Then her hand drifted down further and she gently moved my 
head towards her, indeed…  Then my eyes opened up in surprise as she 
pressed her lips to my own and held it there for what seemed a long time 
then she pulled back and smiled in a loving way, yeah…  I could only 
grin and blush, what are you looking for?  She looked at me 
inquisitively, holding one finger under her chin as her other hand moved 
downward and underneath the collar of my shirt, oh…  She only looked at 
me warmly as she me closer and then kissed my cheek and neck before 
giving me a final kiss upon the lips then smiling once again, will you 
come with me?  She looked at me warmly but in a seemingly sad way and, 
now much to my annoyance, agreed.
	So from the bench we departed, my possessions hidden in a bush and my 
hand in hers as she gazed at me all the way till we came to a building.  
It appeared to be a million years old and looked as if people hadn’t 
used it for about twice that long.  But I looked up at her and couldn’t 
help but smile as she gazed down at me still, come on.  Then she smiled 
as she sat upon an old couch and patted the area she would like me to 
be…so I sit down beside her and then look at her with a faint smile.  
Then she moves me closer and kisses my neck as I feel her hands begin to 
move under my shirt and feel my skin, simple…  Her smile is warm as she 
moves her head just slightly then gives me a kiss upon the lips and 
seems to hold it for quite some time as her hands slide into my pants 
and begin to slowly move under my undies, you are my doll…  She then 
kisses me again as her hands move down and she breaks the kiss and 
smiles, my little doll…  I only smile and blush, but…  She then presses 
a finger against my lips and shakes her head, no, my doll won’t say 
anything now, please, she smiles warmly as her hands begin to gently 
touch my…thingy…you won’t say anything…  She smiles and kisses my neck 
as she continues to stroke my thing till I blush and begin to cry, 
please don’t…I have to pee…  She gently kisses my neck and then grasps 
my thing in one hand and continues to stroke it as her other comes up 
and holds me to the couch, no you don’t…you are my doll…