Ragdoll

• Charlotte Williamson, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2018

I lay there emotionless and still, just like a rag doll, my life had gone by in a flash I was just another pawn in this game called life. I had known not to come here, but I did...why? Why did I come here? Why did it have to end this way? Why?
His diabolic giggles were running through my head, like a stuck record. I could still feel where he has caressed my cheek. My own best friend had done this to me. I was just another rag doll on his shelf of women. To think that I had fallen so hard for him that I would let him swindle me into this. I’m sure he had done this to many women in his unceasing pile.
I was willing to fight for him. Willing to kill for him. Willing to live for him. We swore that death would do us part. They’ll call his crimes a work of art. He believes he is omnipotent just because he gets away with each and every crime he has committed.
I had known everybody’s disapproval. I worshipped like a dog at the shrine of his lies, and it had gotten me to where I am now. I could hear the sirens approaching they would find me soon but I would no longer be in this world, I would be limp and fragile just like a rag doll.