My very first encounter is when I was 5, My sister and I used to share a room and this was the first night we weren't. I was cleaning up my dolls, when I heard someone say; Hello. My porcelain doll was sitting on my desk which it had not been before. It had been in my closet laying on a pile of my clothes. I responded with Who said that? The head of the doll turned to me and spoke, I did, I want to play, I've been so lonely without my mama and papa. I was scared out of my mind and I shakily replied What happened to them? The doll dropped to the floor and once more spoke to me They were taken away from me, I don't know what happened, It was so scary and so dark. But I am not alone anymore, Right (My actual name)?
Her voice sounded so sad so she and I became playmates, I brought that doll everywhere with me except for school of course. Her name was Elizabeth. She and I did everything together but one day she went silent. I miss her, so much, she was there on the nights my family was arguing and screaming. She was there when I tripped and fell, and when people bullied me. I do miss her, My first friend.
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