(This is a re-upload of the original, the plot remains the same but the writing style has greatly differed)


I've always called him Master. There has never been a time in my life where I called his name. From the points I can remember, the points that remain... It's always been him. He taught me all I know, how to survive, how to live, what to do... He's always been my Master.

He would always call me Little One. Maybe it was because I was short, maybe it was because I was inferior in a every single aspect that I could possibly imagine, constantly inferior to him... I honestly didn't mind and I still don't, how can a doll be anything but inferior to its creator? He was barely older than me, I think, I can't be too sure, but I know that he was much more mature... More graceful, more elegant, more perfect. He had every right to call me whatever he wanted, but he always called me Little One.

I've never had anyone but him. We were trapped in a hellhole of tests and labcoats, of stenches and screams, of needles and blood... They ran tests on us day and night but I always had him to look forward too. He didn't always pay me attention but when he did it was enough. The labcoats would try and harm me but then he'd be there, waiting for me with open arms to sooth the pain in my arms, telling me how lucky I was that I scarcely remember things they did to me. Plenty of times he cast me aside, but that didn't matter, he was my one and only; I've never had anyone but him.

I never thought it would end. I always thought we were just meant to help the labcoats, that was all we were for, that would be our life forever. Master had gone into the room for another test and I sat idly on the steps with some of the others, I'd said nothing to them but then again I never did. Screams were heard from the testing room but that was pretty normal as well, there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary until I'd realized a woman was screaming, not my Master. Two boys in front of me glanced at each other before smiling and taking off towards the room. The blonde one ran at such speed that I hadn't realized they'd gone until they were out the door. What had happened to my Master, what did he do to the labcoats? The screaming ceased at once, no more labcoats came to get us and the air was stagnant with the smell of blood. I'm not even sure now how slowly it was that I walked to that door. I couldn't find my master, only that red labcoats littered the floor. Had my Master left me? Did those two boys mean more to him than me? I began to wish that I'd paid more attention to who he spoke to. I honestly thought my Master loved me... I never thought it would end.

I called out to my Master with no reply. My voice didn't even echo and there was only silence hanging in the air. I called and called in the same questioning tone of confusion until my voice had cracked. I didn't quite understand why my eyes were burning until my face was wet, I began to understand what crying was and this is my first and only memory of it.
I watch him walk away now, his violet locks swaying at his ankles, no acknowledgement to my presence though he knows I'm here. I know by now that I will never be anything to him but a broken doll and that he will always be everything to me. I called out to my Master with no reply.