Sachin

This is kinda silly... and i liked the first version better... but this is a story i wrote in 8th grade as a writing project... enjoy lol (thanks to james for editing help! it made my grade better :D!)



im going to revise it more, and hope to make it much, much, better.

enjoy : )







Porcalin Skin






The noise came from the living room. Sachin walked from his messy room into the kitchen. He peered around the corner to see what made the ruckus. Nothing was out of place. The pillows were in perfect order, the T.V was off, and his mother’s porcelain doll set in its usual place in the dusty china cabinet.
“It was nothing,” he thought, “It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me again.”
Sachin was paranoid. Not just a little. A lot. He had always heard noises. When he did, he would just go sit with his mom and forget about it. This had been going on since he was 8 years old. He was now 15. But this time Sachin was alone. He went and sat in the living room, turned on the T.V, and tried to forget what he had heard. It was late at night, about 10 o’clock, and Sachin was exhausted. He had woke up at 11 that morning, ate two huge bowls full of fruity pebbles, watched T.V for a while, and then played with his cat named Copper. It had been a busy day, well he thought it was, and he was ready for a nap. The sleepy boy pulled down the afghan from the back of the once tidy couch, covered himself, and fell sound asleep. He suddenly woke. It was that noise again. He popped to his feet, andBenedict 2
looked around. Everything in order. Pillows, T.V, everything how it was left…
except the china cabinet. Its door was slightly ajar, and missing from the shelf was his mother’s pale skinned, red lipped, porcelain doll.“H-hel-lo?” Sachin managed to sputter. “Mom, mom!?” His mother was not home. The terrified boy looked around in horror. His mother was at a party, his father on a business trip. His sister miond wanderd to his sister…“The doll,” he said out loud, “Who moved the doll? Copper?"
"Doll's don't come alive. They can't. Right?!,” he thought.
Then a small voice rang out from the kitchen, “Yes Sachin, they can. All dolls are alive, and we watch you all the time, waiting. Do not be frightened, Sachin, it’s just me.”
Her voice was cold and shrill. It was twisted and had a slight twinge of sickness in it. The boy plugged his ears and collapsed on the ground.“This isn’t happening to me, it’s not happening!”“Yes it is, Sachin, and I’m not leaving.”“Get away from me!”“Do you want me to leave, Sachin?”“Yes! Go! Go!”
Sachin swung his large fist at the air. He couldn’t see the doll; he didn’t know where it was. He finally amounted the courage to open his eyes. He slowly took his fingers out of his ears. Sachin looked around. The doll was no were.Benedict 3
“Do not be afraid, Sachin, you can be with your sister now. She wasn’t that hard to get, and I suspect you won’t be either.”
His pupils dilated and his eyes widened.
“You can run, just like she did, Sachin, but like her, I will always find you.”Sachin scrambled to his feet, and sprinted to the master bed room. Tears of anger and terror rolled down his red face. He franticly searched to find a hiding place. His eyes fell on the closet. He crept inside. The door had been open so he entered and left it open. He curled into a ball, hid under a blanket, and watched the door. Sachin kept his eyes fixed in the entry way, and slowly, to his horror, a small 12 inch figure appeared in the door way. “I knew I would find you, Sachin.”“Shut up! Leave me alone!”“Why should I leave, Sachin, after all this is my house.”
Sachin reached behind his head, eyes never leaving the doll. He grabbed a shoe and chucked it at the silhouette in the door way. He missed. “Are you trying to hurt me Sachin!?” She hissed. Sachin felt behind his head for something else to throw, the fear and rage growing larger inside of him by the second. He found his father’s belt. He propelled the metal buckle toward the angry figure. Missed again.Sachin’s idea of living was becoming more, and more discouraged. He didn’t want to die like this. He thought about all of the things him and his sister had done together, before this doll came along. Before it murdered her. He thought
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about how much his mother and father wept at her funeral, and how much he wished Every was still there. He stood up, and grabbed a heavy wooden cloths hanger.
“I can’t wait to join you sister, but I’m not quite ready yet.” He wisped.
And with a loud scream he ran toward the doll. The hanger left his hand. Its hook chipped her perfect face she let out a nasty snarl. “You, you damaged my perfect skin. My flawless porc- “But before she could continue Sachin’s foot made contact with her head. The
doll flew backwards and bashed up against the bedroom wall. She shattered into
tiny pieces and her porcelain face lay broken on the rug. Sachin stood in shock. After a few moments he retreated back to the closet and sat in silence.
The front door. Something was coming in. Sachin could hear it. He stood up, grabbed a cloths hanger once more, and proceeded to the living room. He held his breath as the front door came into view. “Sachin, I’m home.” a sweet voice gently called. “Mom? Mom!”“Hi dear.”“Mom,” he said still shaking, “Come here.”
He took his mother’s hand and led her into the bedroom.
“My doll! Sachin! What happened to my doll!?”“Mom, it, well, it came alive! The doll wanted to kill me! Mom it wanted me to die!”
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“Sachin, dolls don’t come alive, they sit on their shelves and look pretty!”"That's what I thought, but it really did and it talked and walked. It said it killed Every!" Sachin said in exacerbation.
"Sachin,” she said in a low voice, “I know you miss your sister, I do too, but this is no way to handle that.”“BUT MO-” “No! No buts!” tears began to well up into her eyes. “Go to your room! Wait till your father gets home young man!”Sachin slowly drug his feet down the hall way to his room. He passed Every’s on his way. All of her things still in the place they where left. He sat with
his back propped up against the door in disbelief. He was tired. As he thought about what had gone on that day his eyes drooped and he quickly nodded off.He abruptly woke. It wasn’t touch or smell that had wakened him. It was sound. The sound of his name being called. And to his horror the voice was familiar. It was the same shrill, cold voice that he had encountered earlier. He remembered his sisters doll collection. It beaconed him.
“Sachin… I brought friends…”