This is a story about a
Sad
Abused
Kid
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Oppressed,
They would do ANYTHING to achieve their goals, for their freedom, for her. But was this always the case?
Looking back, they used to be so kind. So cheerful. So... Happy. They used to love so much about her life, even if it was for a short period of time. So why is it that they now hate it so much? Why is it that she hated this world?
Maybe it was because the world was cruel to them? Everyone has experienced that at least once in their lives. So, what is different? Were they some whiny brat? Were they ungrateful? This wasn't the case.
They were fine with their life, their identity that was given to them. But others not so much. They all hated them... But they didn't... They forced themselves not to, not because they particularly wanted to, no. They seeked perfection, and what do perfect dolls do? Play along and be good. Until they get discarded, thrown away. Left to rot.
That was their life, something they forced upon themselves. But she was fine with it, it was all to be perfect right? Right?
Fate had other plans however, during her birthday, a bullet through their skull, last words from their mother leaving her more confused than anything.
'You were never perfect'.
Was the last words they heard from their mother before they found themselves in a surreal place, with a familiar voice that was by her side for the longest time. She was given a second chance.
They had some struggles in the beginning, and found her. Their savior, the one who for the first time in her life, stayed long with her. gave her a purpose other than being the doll they were.
Until they were separated by others. She soon forgot about them, they made her forget. They made her forget about them.
They tried to speak to them once more but they were pushed aside. The kindness and love that they received not so long ago from her, no more. Vanished into thin air.
Even the voice had left her, like everyone did. But they were desperate, desperate to reclaim what the world had stolen from her. However, it was futile. They saw her again, fighting hard to get there. But she, along with a woman, disappeared in a flash. So did they.
They were reunited with the voice, before they were thrown back into this cruel & unforgiving world. They were given another chance. Again. They were given many chances in fact. To try to save her, to try to save her. But she failed, and failed, and failed, and failed, and failed. But she was fine with that. Right?
Although, sometimes, she couldn't find her. She found others, others who she made promises to, others who she enjoyed their presence. But she soon learnt to fear them, bed to their will... Obey them... Being forced to adopt new identities that she was unwilling to take in, but she needed to take it. It is better than nothing, right?
Most of all, they hated the world more and more. Hate, and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate and hate.
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