Little living dolly

7 days: Tuesday

The morning. The time when the voices talk to me most. I have to stand in front of a wall when they are talking to me, otherwise, I can't focus with the objects constantly distracting me.

The voices would make me laugh, they humored me in this small mental institute room I shared with myself.

My only friends.

The police said I was too dangerous to room with anyone else. Shame. It's probably for the best though. For them, not for me.

The way the institute worked was with a specific schedule in which the mentally ill would take turns in almost everything. Take turns in meal times, toilet time, free time in which I of course would spend crafting or playing with my dolls I had at the institute.

I would be released on my birthday, it was the day my project would officially begin, however, I first had to plan the people I would target to create my piece. All I could think about was how people would respect me when I completed my work. People would no longer think I was crazy. I would inspire millions, prove to people that I wasn't crazy, show them that dolls are more than porcelain glass and plastic, because I knew they were more than that.

*Buzz Buzz*

I looked up from the wall I had been staring at for over an hour. It was breakfast time.

I stood from my chair and shuffled over to the door in my gown that the institute had given me when I arrived. Kind of them to give me such a well kept gown, it could've been prettier if it had some buttons, ribbon and creases.

I sat down in front of the door, waiting for them to slide my tray of food through the little mail flap. I was too dangerous to eat with the others so I had to spend most of my time in my little room, but it was fine, it gave me more time to talk with my friends.

I picked up my tray of stale food and brought it over with full concentration as there was some liquid sloshing over the sides causing me to dirty my hand with the thing that was meant to look like soup.

My friends wouldn't be happy with my clumsiness.

I quickly wiped my hand on my gown and continued my way to my chair placed directly a meter in front of the wall.

I sat down and picked up my spoon slightly worried of how my friends would react to my clumsiness.

I never told them, but they were always so sensitive. Of course I couldn't tell them that though, they would punish me, like they had so many times before. However it taught me to be careful around them and taught me when I should be punished and when others should be too.

I began to pick at the soup which had fragments of unknown vegetables scattered within the liquid.

"What do you guys think? Should I eat this or not?" I asked them as the silence was making me feel uncomfortable.

My friends were quite stubborn. They didn't forgive easily, and they didn't have patience for idiocy, because of this, I had to be careful around them, they didn't like being disturbed with petty humans and it was already hard enough to keep my friendship with them, which meant I obeyed what they asked and told of me.

I stood up quietly and shuffled over to the door and slid my food under my door and waited to hear for the guards to pick it up and take it away so that I wouldn't get tempted to snatch the food I had been longing for, for so so long.

I knew they would punish something and possibly myself because of my silly question that I felt I had to ask. I bit my lip waiting for what would happen next but instead I heard nothing.

They were seemingly calm.

I walked swiftly back to my seat and focused on the tiny drip of wall paint that they had left when painting the room.

My friends had left.

*Buzz Buzz*

It was the second bell. Play time.

I ran to the door, it was my favorite time of the day. I waited for the door to slide open, that was when a guard would then lead me to the big hall.

The door slid slowly open and immediately a large body guard grabbed me and began to walk through the slim corridor where all the cages for the naughty ones where. Of course they hadn't been as naughty as I had, but you have had to have done something naughty to get here.

He led me to the grand hall where the people would take turns playing. Some spent there time talking to their friends that normal people didn't understand. Some would just sit and stare, the thing about the starrers is that you never knew what they saw. Some would walk, those ones were practically the living dead, their souls were completely broken but they seemed fine on the outside. They were the ones no one would ever understand or and were impossible to "fix".

Personally, I liked to sit in the corner and play with my dolls, which I made with remnants of straw or rats I found scurrying on the floor. It wasn't something I got to do often, so when given the items needed for a little doll, it wasn't a time to take for granted.

Play time only lasted 15 minutes, so I would make sure I didn't waste a second of the time I had.

I walked over to my corner just to notice that it was preoccupied.

I had heard rumors that there was a new client, but I didn't think it was true as we had ran out of space and I was the only one who wasn't allowed to share a room with.

I walked over to the new person who appeared to be a man.

I saw him playing with my hand made dolls, not so much playing with them but more picking at them and what appeared to be "repairing" them.

"Do you like dolls too?" I asked the man quietly but confidently.

"It would appear so wouldn't it? But no, I like to repair them,"

He paused as he carefully removed a strand of hay from the little doll.

"I can see you have a fine collection of dolls here in the corner."

I sat down in front of him.

"Yes I have been working on them as they don't allow me to bring any in to the institution." I replied slightly louder.

"I must say, I quiet like them, do you mind if I repair a few things?" He asked me.

I paused to think for a second but decided that there was nothing he could do to harm my dolls, as he only wanted to fix them.

"Of course." I replied a few seconds after thinking about it.

"Absolutely lovely." He ended the conversation.