Glenda's P.O.V

I turned my head to face Chucky, my head turned so fast my neck twisted a little too far.

"Ow." I yelped as I forced pressure on my plastic neck.

But nobody pays any attention to me. Nobody ever pays any attention to me. Mom never understood me as much as dad, but even he didn't understand. I was the freak, the black sheep. I was alone, forever. I could never keep friends, I was the girl that everybody was afraid of, I pretended to like being afraid of. But I was lonely I couldn't let anybody know I was weak. I am Glenda the daughter of the lakeshore strangler, I can't have emotion, no fear, no sadness, no love, can I have emotion?

"Glenda? Are you paying attention?" Chucky asked annoyed, making me snap out of my sad, dark hole at the back of my mind, where I hide.

"What?" I asked in the same annoyed tone.

"We are trying to think of a plan. That man took the heart of Damballa." He answered calming down.

"Why do we need that stupid necklace, we aren't becoming humans." I answered wanting to crawl to my hole of hiding.

"Actually sweet face, we are." Mom answered in her calm sweet voice.

I was shocked, as a human I didn't fit in. I wasn't born a human. I am who I am. They weren't going to stop me from finally fitting in.

"What!? I am not going back to be a human!" I screamed my eyes starting to water.

No I can't cry. I'm Glenda, not that nerd who people pick on. I blinked rapidly to fight the tears from flowing.

"I'm being recognised. We have to hide in human bodies." Chucky argued.

"Yeah, YOU'RE being recognised! You can be what ever you want, but I'm a doll and I'm staying that way." answered as I felt a tear stream down my cheek and into the crease of a scar.

They all looked at me with confusion. They never thought I'd cry. I was tougher then any kid I knew, heck! I was tougher than a lot of adults! I swiped it away with the back of my hand. I turned my back to the three dolls, so they couldn't see how hurt I could become.

"Are...are you crying?" Glen asked concerned.

"No!" I shot back protectively.

I hate him. But I love him. I wish I could tell him how far I've fallen in loneliness. But if he knew, he would baby me. He would treat me like I was another hurt soul. I couldn't be that in his eyes. I needed to be the tough kid, that you would never mess with. I went through friends faster then Glen gave hugs. Trust me, that's a lot of hugs. Too many hugs. Sometimes Glen would hug me, I acted like I was disgusted, but it felt nice to know there was someone who would care for me no matter how many pranks I pulled on him or how many times I made fun of him, he was there for me.

"Glenda?" I heard Tiffany ask warmly.

I awoke from my day dreams and snapped into the harmful arms of reality. I found myself kneeling on the floor with my face in my hands. I had finally cracked, broke, let out a tear.

"What?!" I shot back not turning around.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" She asked worriedly.

I wanted to tell her that I was lost and I couldn't get back out. I was too deep in my own little hole that was filled with all my painful thoughts and emotions, that nobody could dig me back out.

"I'm fine." I answered wiping away another tear.

I could tell they knew I wasn't fine. But everyone that says 'I'm fine' are they' really? We all have our secrets. Grrrr. There shouldn't be emotions. Emotions are so overrated. Like who needs love when you have video games. Fear, embarrassment, jealousy, like seriously! Who invented those?

"Leave me alone." I directed as I got up and shuffled towards the corner of the attic.

I could feel the emotion in the room. Yuck. I then heard little footsteps coming from behind me.

"Glenda? Why don't you want to be human?" He asked confused in a sweet tone.

I smiled, he was the sweetest kid I ever met. I didn't understand why he was so kind to someone so mean. Like, I put the 'me' in mean. Believe me.

"You wouldn't understand, Glen." I answered coldly.

"Why not?" He asked slightly annoyed.

"'Cause, you got it going for you, you make 100 friends every time we go shopping, for god's sake! You are friendly and everyone wants to be you!" I answered starting to yell.

He sat down beside me and wrapped an arm around my small shoulders. It was half a hug but it made me feel much better.

"Glenda, I do understand. I didn't fit in as a doll when I first met mummy and dad, I felt like the oddball, I didn't feel like I belonged in the family. But everyone belongs somewhere, you may not feel like you belong, but you do." He answered slowly and giving a warm smile.

He was so sweet. Yuck. He was the goody two shoes sometimes but I loved him.

"Thanks, Glen." I said wrapping my arm around his shoulders as well.

He made my hole of thoughts shallower, but I was still stuck. I could feel a little more emotion, not sadness, but happiness. I finally felt happiness. I think I like it. It feels like Glen's hugs. Warm, and filled with joy. No wonder he had so many friends.

"Good night, dork." I giggled as I yawned and grabbed an old blanket from the ground.

Glen laughed then left to find a warm place to sleep. I curled up in a ball and fell asleep.