When I was little, my parents gave me a doll. My doll would always talk to me. When someone was mean to me, he would tell me to write them a letter and he would tell me what to write about. My doll hated it when someone called him cute . One day my doll broke my moms favorite vase. My mom thought that it was me who broke the vase. I tried to explain that it was her doll. My mom said that that was silly. The doll told me to write my parents a letter on why people bled. The next day I couldn't find my parents. My doll told me to run away. So I grabbed him and left I got on the train and a lady sat next to me.She said my doll was cute. My doll told me to write her a letter about what the inside of someones body would look like burnt. She moved seats when she finished reading it.My doll told me that if I ever got scared to cut my throat. Well one day I couldn't find my doll. So I got scared and remembered what my doll told me. He told me to write a letter and put it online and I did remember when someone reads my letter they go missing.
