Rag doll

Kerri hated her little sister Sophie who was a little tearaway brat who enjoyed getting Kerri into deep trouble. She hated the times in which her parents got her to look after Sophie when they were busy, but Kerri had to be the good one and do as her parents asked. Today, Kerri took Sophie down to the town and into a doll shop. She watched her sister pick up each rag doll before putting it back. Kerri sighed, Sophie was wearing some rough jeans and a dirty t-shirt while Kerri had put on a pair of jeans and a neat yellow dress. Kerri had no idea why she brought Sophie here, for the old woman who ran the store and made most of the rag dolls her self, creped her out a bit. She then saw Sophie bring to her a rag doll. Sophie held it out to her and, reluctantly, Kerri took a hold of it. But as soon as she grasped onto the dolls arm, Sophie, being the troublesome brat that she was, pulled hard down, ripping the arm off of the doll.
‘Um!’ Sophie said in a very loud voice, smiling evilly at Kerri, ‘You broke the doll! Naughty, naughty!’ Then she ran off laughing.
‘You little brat!’ Yell Kerri, about to give chase when a gnarled old hand put it self upon her shoulder.
‘You broke the doll.’ The old woman said, staring deep into Kerri’s eyes. ‘You must pay.’
‘Of course.’ Kerri said in a small voice, hand searching in her pockets for her purse. She was horrified when she couldn’t find her purse, but put two and two together and cursed Sophie.
‘No money?’ The woman declared, a deep red burning in her eyes. ‘Well, you must pay by other means.’ Her voice fell into harmonics, which was hypnotising for Kerri, who was feeling sleepy. The last thing she saw before everything went black was the old woman bringing out a needle and thread.
Kerri woke up several minuets later and looked around. She was still in the little doll shop and the old woman was not to be seen. Kerri felt sluggish, she tried to move to get feeling back to her arm, but to her surprise, it wouldn’t move. She tried moving other parts of her body, but found that they wouldn’t move. Kerri was wondering what had happened then she saw her reflection in the window and would have screamed if it wasn’t for the fact that her mouth was nothing more than a line of black thread forming a smile on a face that was made out of pink patch work. Her eyes were two large black buttons sewn on, her brown hair was now made up of brown wool, and her nose was no where to be seen. Kerri looked down and saw that her clothes were nothing more than yellow and blue patchwork. She noticed that she had no hands or feet. Effectively, she realised, she was a life size rag doll.
‘There you go dreary.’ Kerri heard the old woman say from behind her.
Kerri felt herself slouch as she was picked up and placed into a plastic bag. The bag that she was in was lifted over the desk and to her disgust she saw Sophie standing with her arms stretched out, holding Kerri’s purse.
‘Thank you miss.’ Sophie said as she grabbed the bag. Looking down at Kerri’s face she said, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.’
Smiling, Sophie walked out of the shop door, and for Kerri, she was screaming and cursing as she was brought into her new life.