I AM A DOLL!

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I woke up in the middle of the woods, disoriented and scared. How did I get here? The last thing I remember was walking home from school. I looked around, but I didn't recognize anything. It was as if I had been transported to another world.

 

As I tried to gather my thoughts, I noticed a creepy doll lying next to me. It was old and worn, with black buttons for eyes and frizzy hair. I shuddered at the sight of it and instinctively picked it up.

 

Suddenly, I felt a strange energy coursing through my body. I looked down at the doll, and to my horror, I realized that it was me. The doll was a replica of myself, but in miniature form. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.

 

Days passed, and I lay there in the woods, unable to move or speak. My parents were probably out looking for me, but they had no idea where to start. How could they ever find me when I was right in front of them, but in the form of a doll?

 

One day, my parents stumbled upon the spot where I had vanished. They saw the doll lying on the ground, and my mother's eyes widened with horror. She picked up the doll, and I felt a surge of hope. Maybe they would realize it was me!

 

But as they examined the doll, they seemed oblivious to the fact that it was their daughter. They recoiled from the doll in fear, and my heart sank. How could they not recognize me?

 

As they walked away, I realized that I was trapped in this doll form forever. I could see and hear everything, but I was unable to communicate or move. I was nothing but a helpless object, a reminder of the daughter they had lost.

 

The doll was taken home by my parents, and it sat on a shelf in my old bedroom, a constant reminder of their tragedy. I watched in silence as they mourned my loss, and my heart ached with longing to be back in their arms.

 

But I knew that it could never be. I was now nothing but a decrepit and scary doll, left behind in the woods.

 

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