Milk white moths with tattered wings swarmed around the small secluded basement. It wasnt known for sure how many people knew of this secret place in the Mykol house. But seventy-six years after the Holocaust, whoever knew was now dieseced.
Gold and red jewely boxes stood it rat droppings and piles of dust, probably still waiting for thier owner. Priceless jewles spilled out on the floor, looking like a mess instead of priceless items.
A beautiful doll, looking out of place next to all the treasures, sat.
The doll had chesnaut brown wavy hair, that delicately fell around its shoulders.
Light blue eyes that seemed to look out at nothing, but yet they seemed to gleam with decades of hate, shined. Red lips that seemed to be glued into a sneer.
She wore a velvet red dress, that was boreded with silver lace, now tinted yellow with age.
Around her neck gleamed a hand made necklace. The necklace was of the purest silver, a blood-red ruby in the middle matching her dress perfectly.
Somehow the doll seemed alive in its own strange way. Its features were so realistic.....
Its eyes so real.....
A bullet sounded upstairs.
"If you dont pay for what you take, stuff like this tends to happen." A buff man said in a deep russian accent.
A skinny man with light blonde hair ran to where his brother lay on the floor a bullet right where his nose started.
He sputterd, tears filling his small mouth. He tied to say something, but what could he say?
He and his brother had took some drugs from the russian mafia to sell. Instead of selling the weed 'dissapeared', and they to would.
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Submission Name: Olivia Mykola
