*This story takes place after my story “Estella’s escape” and “Cathleen’s creepy clown doll”. You can read those two stories under my folder “Binky Slinky the clown and other stories”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*
Estella lay in the field of wildflowers, looking up at the blue sky.
Heaven was nice, but…
George was still trapped in the clown doll. She kept thinking about saving him, about going back to Earth and bringing him to Heaven. Would it even be possible?
It was worth a try.
Estella closed her eyes, thinking of Binky Slinky, the clown doll. She pictured herself back in Earth, with the doll, helping George escape…
The very ground beneath her melted…there were noises…people talking…
Estella opened her eyes. She was in an antique shop, but it was different from the other antique shop, where she originally found Binky Slinky.
Her eyes scanned the shop, looking for the clown doll. There were people looking for items to take home, old things that no one appreciated.
“That one! I want that clown doll!” A little girl said enthusiastically, pointing to…
Estella groaned. She should have known that would happen.
The little girl was pointing to Binky Slinky.
She wasn’t the first little girl who wanted that godforsaken button-eyed clown doll. Estella’s little sister, Cathleen, was drawn to it, and after her, a little girl named Anahi.
Why, why, why did little girls love creepy clown dolls?
No time to waste. George was trapped in the doll, Estella needed it.
She ran past the people and melted through the shelves, the only thing in mind was the clown doll. Estella was an angel, she could pass through objects just like a ghost could, she was invisible to the mortal eye, just like a ghost.
But unlike a ghost, she could touch solid things.
Estella snatched the doll, paying no mind to the little girl’s whining and the whispers of perplexed individuals watching a flying clown doll.
She had a mission in mind.
AT ESTELLA’S OLD HOUSE
Estella ran down the sidewalk, holding the doll. She remembered the way back to her home, even after years of being dead.
She stopped in front of her house. It stood as it did in life, except that it was unoccupied. It made her smile inside that it didn’t look like a shell of what it once was, like most houses lost to time.
With the doll in hand, she ran inside.
Estella had to save George.
Estella ran up the stairs and into her room. She placed the doll on her bed and held its soft body with both hands.
Something in her was telling her that it was the way to free George. Something in Estella was guiding her, helping him out.
From Estella’s lips, she said:
“Bring this boy with me
Bring us to Heaven, where we will find glee
Help him escape this prison
Help him be rid of this position”
For a brief moment, Estella thought that she felt hands reaching out to her through the cloth, yearning to get out, but then, they were pulled back into the clown’s seams.
Estella frowned, looking at her backyard.
There was a woman in a 1920s pink dress standing there, with curly short black hair and blue eyes. She seemed transparent, to flicker in and out of life.
Estella had seen her in a flashback that George had taken to her years ago, the night he and his brother were murdered. They were both killed by Talia, a jealous witch.
Estella hadn’t seen her again until that moment in the backyard.
Talia came back. Talia was trapping George.
She had to deal with Talia.
Estella floated through her walls and faced Talia, who was smiling down at her.
“What more do you want? You already killed him, why are you here?” Estella asked. It prickled her skin that Talia was smiling at her, as if it were all a game.
“I didn’t know that spirits could linger in objects. When I saw you with him, I realized that souls could be put in the doll.” Talia said.
“I need that doll. I need it for my love. Won’t you be a nice kid and give it to me?”
Her “love” was George’s father, whom she killed his children over. She only wanted it for her own gain, nothing else.
Estella tried flying away, but the world around her was spinning…changing…
“You can’t run from me.” Talia hissed through serpentine lips.
Estella blinked her eyes. It appeared that she was in a small cafe, decorated with pink and white roses. The scent of tea was sweet and pleasant. Next to Estella, Talia stood.
In a little booth was a woman who looked just like Talia, except she was wearing a green satin long-sleeved dress with a skirt that seemed to billow underneath her.
Estella sighed. She knew what it was. It was wasting her time, stopping her from helping George.
It was a flashback.
A young man with George’s black hair and Gavin’s green eyes, wearing a suit, walked into the cafe and joined Talia at the table.
“Remind me why this has significance?” Estella asked.
“For you to understand!” Talia complained.
Estella rolled her eyes. Was Talia so weak as to try and make Estella change her mind? Or did Talia have a different motive?
It didn’t matter, because Talia was in control. Estella couldn’t get out of a flashback unless Talia ended it.
So she watched as the father of George joined Talia at the cafe table, speaking in sweet tones of love, Talia giggling behind a white gloves hand all the while.
Huh. Why did he speak to Talia in such a way? Wasn’t he married?
“He already had a wife, yet we met up, here.” Talia said, seeming to read her mind.
“So there was…an affair?” Estella asked. She hadn’t thought of it like that.
“Yes, there was an affair.”
Could the woman twirling her pearls and giggling once in a while behind gloved hands really murder an entire family?
Estella didn’t want to think so, but she herself killed Nico, and Nico was just an innocent boy, thirteen years old, just like Estella.
So, in reality, anyone was capable of evil. Even the “innocent” ones were. Especially the “innocent” ones.
The cafe around them changed, as though Estella was in a movie that was being sped up. Most of the people that came and went were blurred, except for Talia and George’s father, meeting in the same spot, the same smiles on their faces.
“Damon was my best friend, but then, he became more. He kept meeting me here, promising me love.”
The world around them ceased to speed, went at a desired pace.
Talia and Damon weren’t sitting down anymore. Talia was bringing Damon in for a kiss. Damon tried to pull away, but she brought him close and forced her lips upon his.
No one did a thing.
“Why he didn’t want to kiss me will continue to baffle me. He was taking the time away from his family to see me, I deserved a kiss.”
“Perhaps you were just a friend to him?” Estella asked. She did not know much about falling in love, but she assumed that maybe Damon didn’t love Talia the same way she loved him.
“A friend? A friend?! No, this was more. Our moments were more. I know it.” Talia said.
But did she? Did she understand? Did she see how Damon tried to break away, but her hands gripped his?
Didn’t she ever learn?
No, Talia did not. Why else would they be in a flashback? If she learned, she would have never killed anyone in the first place.
The world around them faded away, melted back into the present.
They were back in Estella’s overgrown backyard, the dilapidated house behind them.
“So you see, Estella? I was wronged. Damon lied to me. But it’s alright, because I’m going to make him understand.”
“You have to give me the doll. You have to let me put Damon in it. I need that doll.”
How could Talia ask her that, after what she just showed Estella? Why would Estella change her mind? Talia was insane to believe that Estella would do anything for her.
“I said no, you hag.” Estella said, bile in her voice.
Talia stood still, registering what was said to her. Estella didn’t waste a second.
She floated right back to her house.
Estella’s room was the same sad shack of despair, except that the doll was gone.
She looked back outside.
Talia too, was gone.
“You’re too late, young one.” Talia said from downstairs.
But Estella knew it in her heart that she wasn’t too late, that Talia was playing a game of cat and mouse with her. She didn’t know how to explain it, but it was true.
That was why Estella was completely calm when she floated through her bedroom door.
She would find the doll. She would save George.
The doll had to be around somewhere…anywhere…there had to be more than just hallways and peeling wallpaper…
Wait…why was everything changing? All was disappearing, being replaced with…
Estella had a sensation inside her which was similar to that of riding a rollercoaster, being taken up…spun around…
She was in a backyard, during the spring. Green leaves softly flew from the large tree with snaking branches.
A little girl who reminded Estella of Talia was running in the grass, with a young boy who slightly resembled Damon.
“Damon, come on! You have to keep up!” Talia said.
Of course it wasn’t coincidence that they looked similar. They were Talia and Damon.
Talia knew that Estella was looking for her, so she would keep shoving memories in her face.
Again, Estella felt that same awful, queasy, high-drop feeling that she felt before.
The world around her was fading away.
Estella was in a gazebo, a perfect white one, just like the ones she saw in movies.
In front of her was Damon and Talia, Talia wrapping her arms around him, Damon pulling away.
“What’s wrong?” Talia asked with furrowed brows.
“This is wrong! I just wanted to be nice to you, I didn’t want this.” Damon said.
“But you kissed me.” Talia said.
Estella tried to fly away, but her wings weren’t picking up any wind. Moving them was like swimming in a pool of sludge.
But still, Estella persisted. Every second that she was in a memory was another second being wasted that could have been used to save George.
“I didn’t kiss you. You kissed me. I tried to move away, but you kept kissing me. I tried to tell you how I felt, but you always kissed me. You always kissed me.” Damon said.
If Estella had to listen to another conversation between two adults acting like they were her age one more time, she was going to puke.
“I love you, Talia. But not in the romantic way. In a friendly way.”
“Damon, wait!” Talia called out.
From what Estella could hear, Damon was running away, leaving Talia on the gazebo, alone with her feelings.
Suddenly, Estella was squeezed by the outside. The outside had become walls that were squeezing her into a blot.
If Estella had the ability to, she would scream out of frustration.
Talia wanted to keep her in pointless memories.
Estella was in a wedding, watching Damon and another woman walk down the aisle.
Since they were all Talia’s memories, Estella was able to recognize Talia easily in the pews. She was wearing a light pink dress with thin spaghetti straps, which touched the ground. It wasn’t like her usual short, frilled hot-pink dress. It was slightly softer, slightly kinder.
Estella could sense Talia’s feelings as well. Underneath the overall spell of calm Talia had forced herself to be for the good of the wedding, Estella felt an anguished anger burning beneath the surface.
Talia blinked back tears as she watched the only man she ever loved kiss another woman.
Estella backed away from the wedding, feeling just like she did the day she got run over by a car. Crushed and confused.
She never knew what a broken heart felt like until that very moment.
Estella never wanted to know again.
Estella was back in her house, standing in front of the living room. Talia was holding the rag doll in her clawlike hands, staring at it with eyes wide open, teeth gritted in frustration.
“Why, why, why won’t you leave?!” Talia screamed at the doll, shaking it in her hands.
Estella wouldn’t have it any longer. She spread her weakened wings and flew towards Talia, snatching the doll in her hands.
“Give it back! Please? I don’t want to be alone.” Talia said. Her voice had a tint of sadness in it, a sliver of lost hiding within.
Estella only looked at the doll, with its unemotional, button-up eyes. She hovered in the air, flapping her winds gently behind her. Though they were weak, they could still fly.
Estella ripped off the doll’s head, stuffing spilling out like entrails, ending it once and for all.
From the body of the doll, a soft yellow light shone through, enveloping the room in a sweet glow.
The light morphed and materialized into a young boy, about Estella’s age, with bright blue eyes and black hair that curled and swam underneath his chimney sweep hat. He wore a tie over his long-sleeved gray shirt. His pants were of a murky green, his boots were a dirt brown. Rusted, maroon colored blood seemed to drown the boy’s face down to his clothes. White, feathery angel wings flapped rapidly and weirdly on his back, as if he hadn’t used them in a while.
Estella remembered the flashback the boy took to her years ago, the one that showed his death. Talia had dressed him in a clown costume and covered him in clown makeup.
But perhaps, the clown essence faded away after he was freed. It was a beautiful thought, to think that he returned to his true self after so long of being trapped.
Talia’s eyes widened in surprise. She didn’t think that it would ever happen, that it would ever be possible.
Estella had freed George.
Talia’s eyes hardened at the sight of George. Her lips trembled as she looked up at him, her hands balled up in fists.
“How…how are you here? I killed you! I…you…you clown! You…you made him hate me…you…”
“I didn’t make him hate you, Talia. I didn’t even know about you. You took my life and for what? Because you were upset? Because you hated my father, so you took it on us? Is that why?”
Talia didn’t respond. She just stared at George with contempt and disgust boiling within.
“It doesn’t matter. You ruined me and my family’s life. I’ve waited for this moment for so long and now, now I will make you pay.” George said.
Estella watched wordlessly, hand in her mouth, eyes wide. If she had a functioning heart, it would be racing. Never had she seen George with such calm hatred.
Perhaps that was what was hiding in him all along?
George put his hand into his chest and dug deep, the sounds of organs and bones squelching and screaming within. Estella swallowed down her cry of fright as she watched George dig for…something.
Finally, after long, agonizing hours, George took out a rusted, bloodied knife.
“Do you remember this, Talia?” George asked, smiling as he held the knife up to his face.
“You killed me with it. You could have used your powers, but no, you had to make me suffer.”
“Good thing I’m using them now.” Talia said. She raised her hands up at George, attempting to do a certain kind of spell to him, but not a thing happened. It looked as though he were flapping through an invisible, thick sludge that wanted to drown him.
Talia kept trying in vain to hinder him. Her hands got weak, she gritted her teeth.
By the time she had given up, George already made it to her, knife in hand, a sparkle in his eyes.
“This is for all that you’ve done.” He whispered. Estella heard it, but only because she was paying attention.
Talia only gargled out her screech as the knife plunged into her body, blood rushing from her chest to her throat, desperate to find a flow and a pattern, but could only fall from her lips.
She dropped to the ground, as lifeless as the clown doll.
There was silence in the house. Estella stared at Talia’s wrecked form, transfixed. Death came for everyone. Death came for the innocent, death came for the horrid.
“Why did you leave me?!” George asked, tears in his eyes, a crack in his voice.
“I forgot. I’m sorry.” Estella replied.
“You forgot? For years? Why did it take you this long to come back for me? Do you know how long I was trapped in that doll, hoping to be free? Do you-“
“Yes, I knew! That’s why I came back for you!” Estella snapped, turning around to face George. She was tired of looking at the body of a woman who didn’t care.
“After I went to Heaven, my memory was all jumbled. Only the good things that happened in my life were clear to me. I couldn’t even remember exactly how I died. But when I spent more time thinking about the past, I remembered you. I came back here for you.”
Estella extended her hand for George to take. His tears had faded away, replaced with a soft smile. Without a single moment of hesitation, his bloodied hand grasped her burned one.
Together, they ascended to Heaven.
George and Gavin sat on the couch, skimming through the family photo album. It was interesting, to see their parents’ faces stare back at them from grainy black and white screens, faces sealed in youth.
They stopped at a photo of a girl with short, curled hair. She was hugging their father in front of his childhood home. The both of them were smiling, eyes squeezed shut in pure joy.
“Who is that?” Gavin asked, pointing to the woman.
George shrugged. How was he to know?
“That’s my old friend, Talia.” Dad said.
The boys looked up. Dad was standing in front of them, looking at the photo album.
He sat next to the boys and pointed to Talia.
“Witches are real. Did you know that? Talia was a witch, she could cast spells. Isn’t that cool?” Dad asked.
George and Gavin exchanged a look. Witches were real? Magic was possible?
“Can we meet her?” Gavin asked eagerly.
“No. We do not speak anymore.” Dad said with a thin, sad smile.
“Why?” Gavin asked. George pinched his arm. If Dad didn’t want to say anything, then Gavin shouldn’t ask.
“It’s complicated.” Dad said.
With that, he got up and left the children to look through memories encased in the pages of a book.
George and Estella found themselves in a field of wildflowers. George didn’t need to know where they were, because he already knew, deep in his soul.
They were in Heaven.
“George!” Gavin cried out, running towards him.
Estella watched as George embraced the smaller boy, his wings enveloping Gavin in warmth. After so many years, they were together at last.
“Mom and Dad are waiting for you.” A voice said behind her.
Estella turned around. A young woman was standing behind her, her eyes still shining with sweetness.
It was Cathleen, her little sister. Unlike Estella, Cathleen had lived a full, healthy life and died of old age. After death, she retained her twenty-year old state. Their parents were in their middle aged state, in an effort to look older, but still slightly youthful.
Estella smiled and walked towards Cathleen. She loved her family dearly, but it always broke her heart to see that they went on in life without her.
Why did Estella have to die?
They spent their days peacefully in Heaven, for the most part. Sometimes, Estella and George’s minds would wander off to the brighter, happier past.
Though the past could not be changed, at least they were reunited with their family.
Wasn’t that what really mattered?