The broken-hearted doll

The broken-hearted doll

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"So what if you used to be my doll it doesn't matter after all the deaths you've caused." "So I've risked my life for you for nothing huh." Silence rose between the both of them, she sinisterly grinned at him staring into his brown chocolate eyes as he stared back into black voids she called eyes. "Don't worry, you will die soon it will be slow, agonizing, and painful you wish you'd be killed in that fire" Ryan is a introvert described as a keep to himself type of guy. Ryan has always been this way since his parents death 5 years ago. His family were celebrating his younger brothers' birthday. All was good until the fire caught on the drapes spreading in the house like a wildfire. The flames already swallowing his house about to swallow him up. When his one and only doll ran up and got in front of him to take the hit. The flames turning her into nothing but a pile of ash."Don't worry best friend, I'll come back, I always come back". "Mary" he whispered. Firemen rushed in to save the eleven year old boy. "Ryan" his younger brother cried as he clung onto him. " I'm so scared, I thought you died in there." He didn't say anything. The firemen ripped apart his younger brothers embrace from him. The firemen carried him away in a stretcher towards the hospital. Asking him questions about his health. All was a blur to him as he only whispered "Mary". The world around turned black.
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