I remember when I was younger. I was so happy! I had a wonderful owner who was so nice and made sure every one of us dolls ended up in the right place on the shelf. She was the best owner you could ask for and I loved her. I guess that doesn't change the fact that everyone has to grow up at some point. When she turned 15 she decided she was above the pretty porcine dolls that were so neatly lined along the shelf above the mirror.
"Mom! I don't care where they came from, there lame!"
"They've been in our family for generations! I can't just throw them out. They mean a lot to our family's history..."
"What about this one? She's from Megg. I bet she wouldn't care if I threw her out."
"Fine! But only that one. If anymore start to vanish we will have serious problems."
With that I got throw out to the curb. Like a heap of garbage. After that I bounced from home to home, always ending the same. Bouncing back to the curb waiting for another girl to come pick me up and bring me home.
Recently I got picked up by a small girl nearly 6, and that's where my story begins. My 26 birthday... The day I was first picked up by... Her, and the last birthday I wish I had ever been forced to endure
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Born To Die (In Progress)
HorrorA doll who has been abandoned by everyone she cared for has landed on the hands of a young girl who doesn't care for the state or care of her dolls. Fed up the doll comes up with a plan to get rid of the girl forever.
