A Doll Named Ghost

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\Disclaimer: I Do NOT Own anything from Hunger Games or Dollhouse/

/OC Centric, not going to deny it, my OC is pretty important\

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They called me Ghost. I was something called a doll. I was one because I did something wrong, what I don't remember. I guess I'm still one, the original me hasn't come home yet. I don't think she ever will, but I'd welcome her home if she does.

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I like my treatments. They never seem to last long though, but I like them. When I'm not getting a treatment I like to swim or paint.

Sometimes I hear the people in suits talk about how we've been punished worse than the Avox. What are those and why are they punished? Why am I being punished? I tried to ask once, but they asked if I wanted a treatment. I really do like my treatments.

I wake up from a treatment and am sent to the doctor. She checks me, and gives me candy. It tastes like strawberry. I like strawberries, they taste sweet. I hope I can get some with dinner tonight.

I really like to swim. The water feels nice and swimming relaxes me. I'll keep doing the laps until I'm too tired to keep doing them. I feel my head hit something as I finish another lap. It hurts, and I start to black out.

I wake up with the doctor, she really is nice. She asks me how I feel. I tell her that my head hurts a little, but I'm fine. She smiles, and starts to look at my head. She puts me back to sleep and the next time I wake up she tells me it's time for a treatment. I really like treatments.

I'm painting a man. He's tall and a handsome I guess. I don't know why I'm painting him, I just am. An attendant looks surprised when I show her. She takes my painting and I go sit with September and Country. They're my friends.

I dream about that man. I'm not me though, I'm someone else. She's fun and keeps talking with the man. I think she loves him, but he doesn't love her. I wake up when he starts kissing her and pulling her into a room. I'm asked if I'm ready for a treatment before lunch. I like my treatments.

When my treatment is done, I don't think it really is. I don't feel better like normal, I feel worse. I tell the doctor and she tells me not to tell anyone else, and just go paint. I can't swim anymore, so I only paint now.

This time I paint a little girl. She looks like me a little, but not really. Her eyes are gold, mine are sliver. Our hair is the same though. We both have dark brown, almost black, hair. When I'm done, I know she was my friend. I just don't remember when, but I don't think she knows me. She knows someone else who looks like me.

I'm remembering things more and more. I think it's bad. I told the doctor and she told me not to ever tell anyone. When they tell me it's time for a treatment I pretend to be happy. I really don't like my treatments.

I know what's happening now. They put a different person in me during the treatments. The one I remember the best is the girl with that man. I've been with him since what might not be the first time, and I know the girl he orders loves him very much. He's not very nice to her, though.

The more I remember the more I look for an escape, but it would be too hard I think. They put a tracker in me, I don't know where though. I've been trying to figure it out for a while, but I'm afraid it's in my brain. I can't remove if it's there.

It's in my left arm. I'll have to wait to escape when I can, and cut the tracker out as soon as I can. It won't be easy, but I hate it here. I don't know why I'm being punished still, but I know what Avox are. They're people who cannot speak; they lost the right by angering the capital. I don't know how the capital took they're speech away, but I need to know.

I find the chance to run when I'm with a chubby man one day. He wanted a beautiful woman to love him. I tell him I'm only getting us some champagne, but I head into the kitchen of the hotel we're at. I pick up the knife and walk into a bathroom. I cut the tracker out, and run.

I'm so scared that even my clothes have trackers that I walk into a clothing store and steal the first dress I can. I leave all my old clothes, underwear and shoes too, on the floor and run out of the store before anyone thinks something is up. I go to other stores and steal shoes and underwear. I wonder if I blend in.

The capital is so bright and loud that I'm not sure what to do. I know I cannot keep running forever, and I hear talks about districts. Maybe I can find a way to a district; someone might know who I am or I can find the girl from one of my painting.

I'm able to get on a train. I don't know where I'm going just that I am. I wonder if they're looked for me, or do they not care. The train reminds me of the dollhouse a bit, lavish and over accommodating. I don't sleep much, too scared that they might come for me. I've been learning things though. I wonder if I'm like my original.

They called me Ghost and I was something called a doll. I was one because I did something wrong, what I don't remember. I guess I'm still one, the original me hasn't come home yet. I don't think she ever will, but I'd welcome her home if she does.

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I have no idea where this came from. I just started to write and this is what happened. I hope you enjoyed. I'd love to hear feedback positive or negative, but if you're going to be pissed at me for having an OC then why did you even bother reading in the 1st place, but please, for the love of whatever you find holy, REVIEW! I do believe that most stories are victims of bystander syndrome. You assume that someone else will, never thinking that maybe no one will. So always REVIEW and I'll love you unconditionally if you do so!