I bolted awake, trying to catch my breath. "Oh, God. What happened?" I mutter to myself, completely confused and trying to remember. I look around, completely dazed. It feels like my head is completely bruised, almost fully scalped. I stand up, walking over to a cracked mirror. I steady myself by grabbing unto the dresser in front of it, and, upon looking up, I see myself in the most horrifying state. "OH MY GOD!!!" I scream, covering my mouth with one hand. My nose is completely broken, blood running down it. My entire body is covered in bruises, but the worst is on my face and neck. It's completely swollen and dried blood is covering my head. Half of my hair was ripped out, and my mouth is covered with cuts. My once beautiful brown eyes suddenly look grey and dismal. All up my arm are burns and what appear to be little hand marks. As l stand there, terrified of what I see, I hear what sounds like a group of little girls whispering. "Oh, don't worry," they say all at once, "It'll look better once it's done." I look around, shock and terror seeping in. "I think once it's finished, you'll love what you 'see'." They giggle to themselves, and something grabs my arms. I yell as loud as I can, but something hits me in the head and knocks me out. I can't really tell whether I'm awake or still dreaming, because when I do what feels like opening my eyes, there's nothing but pitch black. "no. no, no, no." I croak, trying not to choke on my spit. I feel for where my eyes were, but only find empty sockets. "Oh, poor darling." They sweetly mocked. "Don't worry though. Now, let's make you beautiful." I feel a sharp pain repeatedly go in and out of my body. A throbbing so painful, it hurts when I breathe. Soon, the stabbing stops. I feel hands cup blood and listen to them as they try to keep it from slipping through their fingers. I feel a brush with something wet all across my face. They spread it across my cheeks, eyelids, and lips, not even sympathizing over the fact that they just covered my face in my own blood. "Damn, you're sick." I moan, causing a little girl's high pitched, bloodcurdling laughter to ring throughout the room. Then, I feel a needle and string lacing in and out of where my eyes used to be, and now the empty hole is replaced by something small, round, smooth, and cold. After, I feel my clothes being taken off, and, afraid, I scream, "HELP!! HELP ME!!" but soon after, a lacy gown is placed on my body. Unable to see, but able to feel, I know that someone's buttoning it. "Ok, pretty pretty princess, time for the ball." The sick sweet voices coon. Someone grabs my arm and yanks me, causing me to hit the hard ground. "Now, now, don't get your dress dirty!" The voice spits, clearly upset that I scuffed the horrifyingly musty old dress. "You'll need a timeout if you do that again." It says with a dangerous tone. It grabs my arm and pulls me somewhere. As soon as it stops moving, it puts it's fingers on the things sewed to my eyesockets and pulls away. As soon as it does this, I open my eyelids and overjoyed, see a blinding white light. When I finally adjust to it, I look around the room before looking in the mirror. There's quiet, creepy, still dolls sitting all across the floor. This freaks me out, but I'm too happy to really care. I turn to the mirror, and with glassy looking, reflective-like sight, I see me standing there, the horrifying new image of half human, half doll, with a glassy stare. "I have porcelain eyes..." I whisper quietly. "Yes, you do." I turn around to see a broken doll covered in dust and, instead of where a person's heart should be, sits a hole. I stare longer, until a beetle crawls out. "Now, it's time to play." It says, grinning an awful grin.
