When cat was little she had many, many toys (and she still did… a couple days ago any way), but there was one she loved more than any of the others. It was a doll; a beautiful raven-haired, porcelain faced, blue eyed doll.
She was cat's best friend; she was always there for her (even when mommy and daddy's screams got too loud, and when they ceased altogether after mommy and little Sammy left).
But one day cat's dad came home in a rage. He yelled at cat telling her it was all her fault ('and wasn't she too old for dolls?') and took her friend and smashed her on the floor (it was an accident of course, because who would break something on purpose?).
Cat cried of course, but she still loved the doll (because to her there were just more pieces to love).
Cat kept the pieces (even though the pink dress faded to gray and the blue eyes dulled to a murky green).
One day at school cat met a girl just like her little friend, she had the same raven hair, the same porcelain skin and the same dull green eyes (and hers were just as broken). And little Caterina Valentine fell in love.
AN: I get spontaneous urges to write, so if you guys/gals like where this is going tell in a review and I'll continue it. If not I'll leave it for dead and offer it to other writers who would be interested in continuing it (if there are any).
Peace ;)