His Doll Will Live

It All Started Here

A singular beep of the monitor's flat line ripped through the silence of the surgery theater. Crimson was the new color of the fresh white sheets as it crawled through the fibers forever changing its color. The infectious liquid matted the dulled ginger hair of the person who was not meant to pass on but did. The once soft stubble that grew around his chin became bristly and meaningless. Twelve hours of work, of waiting of hoping fell down the drain in three words. "Im sorry for your loss." They broke. Screams of agony and heartbeat echoed and ripped throughout the hole building shaking the walls down to the foundations. Tears cascaded down both faces uncontrollably smashing into the laminate floor one after another. Doctors and hospital personnel could only look in pure sorrow at the two as they collapsed to the floor as if their heart had literally been ripped out their chest. The doll. They couple could swear the damn thing caused this. His over obsession with finishing it drove him insane until he broke. All they knew was the fact that the police had been there to try convince him down but he had accidentally pulled an officer with him. Their tears were a reincarnation of the rain that had ripped through the sky at the time, echoed on the metal of the bridge. It was a view he was glad to have seen last. Street lights lit a path of guidance along each side of the river below, the path being lined with trees that held blossom the color of bubblegum. Cars below created a range of lights moving and being replaced. His doll would live