Lovely Ghost here!
Hey guys, I have another story for you so here ya go! Just to be clear, she isn't and actual doll, she just seems like one.
She was a broken rag doll, limp and lifeless. She's been torn too many times to count, her red stuffing spilled too much on the ground. Her fabric flesh has turned a grayish white color and her long, pink string tresses are knotted and ratty, twisted and pulled back in an attempt to tame them. Her once bright emerald green marble eyes are now dull, greenish gray buttons that she must repeatedly sew back in with black thread.
Her stitched on smile is pulled to tight, the fabric flesh on her face stretched to the point where she fears it may rip open but then she pulls the thread tighter and tighter anyways so she can smile more and more and make them think that she's okay when she's not. The fabric skin that she has to wear is covered with black thread where she's ripped open and can't keep it closed up without scarring herself and she must be careful not to rip the very thing that holds her together.
She wobbles around on her useless legs; her strings that held her up have been abandoned by whoever once helped her move. She gets up from her bed, trying to walk without falling. She grabs onto the dresser and pushes herself off to the counter but she trips on the corner of the table and falls to her face. Her button has just popped out and she can't find it so she feels along the bottom of the dresser and finds it. She pulls out a needle from behind her ear and grabs some thread from her dresser and proceeds by putting it back in place with a 'pop' sound and threading the needle, then carefully shoving the needle into her fabric skin and looping it under and out, in under and out until the button is held firmly in place.
She puts the thread back on her dresser and shoves the needle back under her skin but instead of behind her ear, in the crease of her neck for easier access. She crawls to her kitchen, not trusting her legs and hoping to stop another 'accident' from happening. She pulls herself up from the corner of the counter, pushing herself up when she reaches the edge. She forces her head under the sink, turning on the faucet and taking a huge gulp of water.
She can already feel it seeping through her skin, her fabric flesh is now damp but she doesn't care, her mouth is as dry as a desert. After about seven huge gulps later, she begins to get the feeling that she is overflowing, drowning with water so she's had enough and turns it off and removes her head from the sink. She leans over the sink, her messy, pink locks falling around her eyes as the water drips slowly from her mouth. She's panting now from lack of air and the room is spinning.
She tightens her grip on the counter, the room is moving from under her and she doesn't know how to stop it. The beige and tan colors of her kitchen begin to bleed together as the room sways violently in her eyes. She can feel that she's about to get sick so she crawls as fast as she can to her semi-small white bathroom and throws up in the toilet. Her stomach has nothing but water inside of it to empty out so the beautiful, crimson love comes out instead of food.
The smell becomes over powering so she flushes and runs the water, gulping in what she thinks could be gallons and spitting it back out. She turns off the sink and lays the right side of her face on the cool, white tile floor, which she can feel though her thin, cotton, white t-shirt and cotton white panties. She's tired again; she's always sleeping at night and during the day. Her body's lost the energy to keep moving and she just can't get it back. She'll be asleep for a couple days unless someone knocks on her door or just barges in like Naruto or Ino. She sleeps like the dead for hours.
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