BLACK JACK

What significance does a doll have in this world? It is bought only to be dragged around and left to break apart in the cold, unforgiving world. Then the ragged playthings are stepped on all day. Some of the people who unknowingly dash past, not caring to look down at what utter unimportance they had stridden over. Others check to see what had befouled their footwear. Then they kick the helpless little doll around the dirty streets.

This is what it feels like to be nothing but a worn-out doll. I can freely say this because... I too, am one.

Arms bound by shackles, a sign of Eternal slavery. Never to act freely in any way I please.
Neck locked up in irons. I'm Fettered to the chilly, polluted streets of everlasting despair.
Feet held down by ball and chain. I have a loss of liberty to travel.
All stuck to this tall, frightening pole of encaged choice.

A doll's future is set. It can only see decay and mind-numbing rot. Having its head crushed into the ground. All day having to be tread upon.

No outside force cares about a rotting doll. None does. None... except... A slim, bright beam of light. Oh, how I wish to encounter this light. I don't know how I got to know of this light. But it just came to me. This light will be my savior. This light will bring me to justice. It will bring me to great happiness.

Oh, bright light... where are you? I need you. I desperately need you. If I have to give up something, I would give up all but my consciousness for this sublime happiness.

Bright light... you are so warm. You melt my frozen body. Your caring grace thaws me out of my icy demise. Bright light... I wish you would come soon.

Bright light... redeem me. Salvage me. Rescue me. I yearn for a chance to be renewed as an object another could at least care about.

Then...

Someone stopped to look at my lifeless body. Though I thought this person was going to walk away like all the others did. But this one stepped forward... and picked me up.

Bright light, you have come! You have heard my plea for freedom of this accursed inferno!

The person brought me around for a while. Though a bit roughly, it was still utter bliss. Someone noticed me. My worthless little doll's body, covered in dirt and spit of disgusting, inhuman passers-by, was finally picked up by this angelic being... this bright light.

How I wished it could have went on forever. But to my absolute horror, I was dumbfounded to have discovered my once saved body in an even dirtier and fouler cage. The once bright light had thrown me into a trash box. A place where the most unwanted things go to. A place where anything decays and rots into a substance so fetid and tainted that anyone would have to completely reduce it to ashes.

The once bright light is now a stinky waste place for filthy, discarded garbage.

Oh, bright light... why have you abandoned me? Am I not worthy to bask in your immeasurable freedom? Am I that dirty as to be thrown back into the dark, murky conflagration, which is reality at its worst? Why, bright light...

WHY?!

The doll's silent scream was never heard by any living soul. The ragged doll, now driven down to the deepest chambers of hatred, swears to all of Midgard and Asgard that it will one day destroy everything. It will rule with authority. It will show no mercy to those pathetic little beings that once looked down on it as a worthless ragged doll. It will own the universe.

The angers of a forgotten and stepped-on doll are the worst ever.
So ends... or begins the story of a typical doll. One that isn't remembered and left on the cold streets of Midgard to rot for all of eternity. Though another being will pick it up, the tale of the ragged doll will continue forever.