The Ocean In My Mind

The Doll That Broke Free

There once was a doll. The doll had a heart but was still treated like a doll. The doll was a toy for two ungrateful children, who were 6 years younger. They would choose the outfits the doll wore that day. Somedays, the children would purposefully pick out an outfit that looked ridiculous. The doll was forced to wear them. The parents were on the side of the children. The father was the dolls birth father, but he favored his step-children more. If the children wanted the doll to fall in the mud, the doll had to fall in the mud. Because of the clothes, the doll was bullied at school. 

The doll was quiet most of the time. It was part of the job. The doll had no friends. She had friends before, but after her dad remarried, she was forced to be a doll. Before, she was a happy, bubbly person. After, she was a sad, lifeless doll. She stopped hanging out with her friends because the children liked playing with her as soon as they finished school. She had to do her homework at school, she had to leave projects at school or at someones house. The children didn't care if she had to do work, if she refused to play with them, they would destroy the project she worked so hard on. 

Once, the children wanted to know if a knife was really as sharp as their parents said it was. So they cut the doll's back. The children didn't like the blood because it reminded them that their 'toy' wasn't a toy at all. The doll was in pain, but the children screamed at her to stop bleeding or they would call their dad. The father took the doll to the hospital only because if she died, the children would lose a toy. Also, he didn't want to have to deal with her body if she died. 

This went on for four years. If the children were mad at the doll, she wouldn't get food. If the children told her to be quiet, she had to be quiet. When the children where away, the father told her to just sit in the corner and stare into space like a good doll. That's all she was to them. A doll. 

Then one day, the doll had enough. She ran away. Though, not before leaving evidence of her treatment behind. She ran into the woods to escape. No one has seen her since. No one knows if she is alive or dead, but we do know one thing: she is free. The doll broke free. Except she wasn't a doll anymore, she was a person. A person that is alive. A person that is free. The doll was no more. The only thing that remained was a story of gaining freedom.