~Chapter Four~
~Britney's PoV~
My name is Britney Schmiel and I'm the hottest bitch around and I don't have to listen to loona, stupid crazy bitch. I ignored where she told me to go and went a different way, this way seemed more pretty then where she was going to send me.
While walking I put on my mp3 and listened to a song, one that so fitted how beautiful I am. I glance around as I walk forward and noticed a door, seems like a child's door, flower painting all over it. I kick in the door. It breaks, weak door. The room was neat and dusty, like no one has been in here for a long time, but its clean compared to the rest of the house.
I looked at the shelves, so many dolls, without caring I pick one up and dropped it when I heard something behind me. I turn and stare at the bed; a noise came from it, it sounded like crying, a little girl crying. Slowly I inch towards and look over to the other side and stumble backwards as I felt a sudden slap from nowhere. I quickly run out of the room and slumpe on the wall outside of the room to the left of the door, my feet felt like they were on fire. In my panic, I tried to pull them off to no success, they wouldn't come off, it was so dark I didn't notice the color of my feet or shoes. I take the camera and shine the light on my foot and scream out in surprise, they were breakable looking. I softly knock on them, I could feel the hardness. I struggle to pull myself up, standing upright, then pain. The pain slowly, so very slowly started from my feet up my legs, to my chest, down to my arms, and then it continued up to my head, I felt like I was on fire. I tried my best to throw myself over the steps, to end it, but someone grabbed me from behind and held me "you broke my doll, now I need another one" came a sweet and cool child's voice. I twist and turn in her arms as best as I could. Soon I couldn't move, but could see, hear, smell and feel everything, I noticed that I was suddenly smaller, and the girl picked me up and headed into the room and set me on the shelves "now be a good doll, and stay put" she says with a soft giggle. I watch as she leaves the room, leaving me with the other human dolls she has turns, forever alone and dollied and always in pain, until we are broken.