dolly spiral

History

• Biography

  XXXXX was born whenever whatever. She was already a violent child, it was very apparent. No one cared and nobody paid attention. She needed the care and attention, she never got it. All she gets is screams and isolations. She took interest in different hobbies and more obscure medias. XXXXX took an interest in hypnotism and magic as a whole. She would practice it, to the dismay of them. They didn’t like this new hobby, they didn’t like this belief. They tried to take anything and everything from her. Her rage just grew more and more. Her fear and anger merged.
  
  She finally had enough. She stole from them. She got her supplies back, and one last thing they took from her. A doll. They took it from her. It was in her hands now.
  
  She performed her spell and the final step is a blur.
  
  She woke up, she noticed changes right away. She felt small, so much stronger. She couldn’t hear her heart, she couldn’t feel skin. It felt like soft cloth.
  
  She was that doll.
  
  They came in, angry at her. She was just getting ready. Her spell gave her something special. Something to protect her. A scythe that could slice at ease, and burn if it didn’t kill.
  
  She felt so powerful. Yet the blood on her hands was too much to bare.
  
  She ran. Ran far away from home, and never looked back. Soaked, with water and blood. She could feel the disgusting liquid seep into the cloth and dry itself. It reeked, she hated everything and anything.
  Just call me Dolly.