₥y ₫oll
『She Belongs To Me』
There she sat;
Her body wrapped in a red and black frilled dress,
Her legs adored in bandages and black boots,
Her black, glossy hair stacked in a high tower of gorgeous curls,
Her left eye covered with a few loose curls and an eye-patch, the other shimmered a sad black,
Her body slouched over slightly in her wheelchair,
In her arms, being held in a tight grip was her every present teddy bear,
A single tear feel from the tip of her nose and a whimper from her lips,
She was miserable.
She wasn't human.
She wasn't real.
She was a doll,
A simple doll with no meaning except to be played with.
Thrown around and torn up.
That's exactly what she was now, torn up and broken.
No one wanted her,
No one needed her,
Everyone was afraid of her.
She was an abomination.
Monstrosity, Atrocity, Bane.
They ripped the bear from her and threw it to the ground.
They pulled her hair.
They ripped the bear from her and threw it to the ground.
They pulled her hair.
They ripped her dressed.
Scratching at her eye, and ripping the bandage.
Before they finished they pushed her out of her out of her means of movement.
Laughing, they walk away, leaving her to cry.
No one dared to help her, they just walked by like nothing happened.
Why did I do?
Nothing.
Why didn't I help her?
She didn't want me to.
She didn't want me to.
It was my job to give her everything she /wanted/
No matter how bad she /needed/ something different.
That's how she wanted it, so that what I did.
She was nothing to everyone,
but to me,
She was everything.
Everyone hates her.
But me?
I love her,
She is my doll.
My monster.
My Abomination.
My heart, and my soul.
Until the end...She belongs to me.
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