Frightful Flash Fiction

Abandoned

My life was never the same after he died. My father was a great man, he gave me the world, which is why it was so heartbreaking when I found out he died. I was only 8 years old when he passed.

When people came to my father's house, they found me. One of the kind men brought me home with him. He had a daughter, and she seemed really happy to see me.

We'd hang out for hours. We became really close friends, inseparable, at least, that's what I thought.

Me, my sister, and my new father went out to a park one day. The park was very spacious, and there weren't a lot of people there. This allowed my sister and I to play without bothering anyone else. We had some food and played more games. As the day got closer to the end, everything got packed up, and we left.

Well, they left. They had forgotten me. I lied there, in the park knowing they'd turn around, but they never did.

It was dark that night. And a lady parked her car to take a phone call. After the call ended, she saw me. She brought me inside of her car, and took me to her home. I was scared, once again, I was being brought somewhere I didn't know.

When I got there, she also had a daughter, though seemingly a couple years older than my last sister. I presumed this would be my new home, and I was right. This girl became my new sister, and the lady became my mom.

One time, while playing with my new sister, I fell and dislocated my arm. But Mom was able to fix it really quick, so I was grateful for that. A few years passed, and my new sister didn't really want to play with me anymore, she hardly even talked to me. I should of known when she got older she wouldn't want to be friends with a kid like me.

And then we were moving. Once again, my home was changing, but at least I'd be with the same people.

On the last couple days before they fully moved, Mom asked my new sister, if we still played together. My new sister made it very clear that she didn't like me anymore. Mom was nice though. She could probably tell how upset I was to hear that, so she picked me up to console me. She walked me over to the kitchen.

I was telling her how sad I was, but she didn't really answer me. And what I thought would be a nice moment between us ended very quickly. She tossed me into the trash, and walked away. I should of known this would of happened sooner or later.

Dolls like me, are guaranteed to be abandoned.