I was sitting in this dark little attic, facing a small opened window. Day after day, year after year, looked around the large pieces of furniture with shabby gray mask and debris.

I didn't know how long had I been here. It was forgotten when did I first arrived here. But I knew that, initially, in my awareness, I didn't come from here.

Initially, I woke up on a street, off the ground with twisted posture, looking at the tall buildings of the city and the sky. Sometimes someone stepped on my body, or kicked me. In the end, I had a more distorted posture, my head tilted across the street watching the comings and goings of pedestrians.

And so, after a long time, and maybe did not take that long - I did not get the concept of time. Someone picked me up, flip my head over, facing him.

It was a little thin, wearing tattered clothes boy. His golden pupil absorbs sunlight, like Ambilight. I went to retrieve him - in fact I was nothing more than a piece of junk.

For a boy like him, playing with a doll is a ... en... very strange thing. ... but he had no other toys, they were a very poor family, from which he could be seen wearing.

Their family had six children, he was the youngest, but also the most bullied, and there were always a few big bullies bullying him, but the strange thing was, his parents turn a blind eye on this situation. From their conversation, I learned that his name was Feitan.

Feitan did not like being here.

He hated this little house which was always so crowded, he hated to stay there hearing the clamor voices.

He liked to go outside, to the park or streets, quietly alone, watching the passing people.

He liked to observe people's every subtle expressions and movements, and thus presumably induced by a variety of reasons.

He thought about how to torment his siblings and parents often.

However, one day, he was gone.

One by one, his brothers and sister disappeared too, leaving only the biggest one.

I sat in the corner, watching it all.

Only one child, the child that could participate in the work, and their days were growing up well. Later, they moved, I watched them away, lost in this casual loft.

Here, I could not feel the passage of time.

Until one day, the attic door was opened again, the oldest child was panic to escape in, on her body there were a lot of contaminated blood, her body was trembling. She turned and was about to shut the door, but she saw a man stood in the doorway.

Dark blue hair, golden eyes.

Was that you?

His sister's fingers were plugged in with long needles, life was stripped of her skin, he dug up her eyes, cut open her stomach, steaming viscera, heart that also connects to major blood vessels, which caused slightly contraction beating.

In the end, he did not look at me, walking away.

I sat there, I felt sad.

Although I had no heart.

The body was observed by the police, they found it when they checked this abandoned house after such a long time. I sat here, watching the seasons changed slowly through the little window.

I did not know when, one day, a white bird flew towards me, it was... very beautiful.

It dug a pit on a shabby sofa as it's nest - that was a really good choice.

After that, it stayed there.

It made me curious, sometimes in front of me, it tilted it's head and looked at me. Sometimes it would come to me, cling onto me. I felt like there was a substantial feeling.

It could communicate with me, it was capable of seeing all my thoughts and memories, it kind of made me think ... I was no longer lonely.

But one day it left.

It said it would look for Feitan, for me.

This is the strongest I had ever desire.

After that, I had never seen it.

I was just sitting here, day after day, year after year, waiting for it's return.

No one would ever know that in this small dark attic, there was a doll, waiting for a beautiful white bird's return.