Doll

''Trash. Garbage. A piece of junk. Nothing but a bundle of fabric sewn together and given to children to bring them joy. Hmmp.''

I'm just a 'STUPID toy. It couldn't possibly hurt my feelings if I was tossed out with the trash. I once lived a good life, just me, Amy, and her family.'

''I thought she loved me, but when she grew up and tossed me away, it felt like thunder crashing down on my heart. Oh how wrong I was.''

''I was never given a second chance, she never looked back. My muffled cries under the trash in the can never reached her ears. I knew toys weren't supposed to speak to their owners,  but I just wanted her to take me back. To love me again.''

''I was heartbroken, my owner just tossing me away like junk. I am never to be played with again, never to be hugged or treated as if I was alive. Even though you aren't moving, it feels like you're filled with life, because that's what they believed you to be.''

''I'm a fool. What good is an owner anyways?''

WIP