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Alone, a little girl sits. She sits hidden under the toy bridge in the school playground. Kids run, laugh, scream, and fight, but none pay mind to the invisible girl that hides right under their feet. She watches them as she plays with her long dark brown braid. She smiles a broken smile as the kids all pass by.

She wants friends, she wants people to see her. To comfort her in her time of need. Yet she sees, she sees that friends are of no use. They only manipulate you so they can get what they want out of you. So she remains alone in the shadows, watching and learning.

The bell rings, announcing to the kids that it's time to return. She watches everyone run back, but she comes out slowy and walks down out of the playground, into the blacktop, and then back inside to her kindergarden class.

She takes her seat, that is marked by her name. Her name colored in bright frilly colors, with sun and happy smiles. Yet as she puts up her smiling mask, that is not what she feels. The smiles on her name seem to laugh at her, point out her loneliness because she is so different. She dresses like those clones, but the clones know she is an abomination.

Day by day. . .

Little by little. . .

It's consuming her, the loneliness. The hungry loneliness.

Week by week. . .

Little by little. . .

Her smiles become to look more real, but they're still broken to those who choose to see.

Month by month. . .

Little by little. . .

She grows, and she sees she doesn't need those clones. They are not required to make her happy.

Year by year. . .

Little by little. . .

She has grown into to a woman, and has come to hate them all. She has seen the monsters they truly are. The monsters that wish to destroy not only her, but all the abnormal cases in this earthly plane.

Now she sits in the class, as they talk of her, wearing her dark clothes. She mocks them, because along the years she began to lose her sanity. She has not fully snapped, for she has learned to live the life she knows will never change. A life of loneliness. . .she has learned to be alone without being lonely.

She has the voices in her head. Those voice stray her from loneliness. They understand her unlike all of the bodies surrounding her. Talking, laughing, texting, and all that uselessness.

Now she is a 'silent doll', a doll that knows how to control herself, for she needs no puppet master. She is not a puppet, she is simply a broken doll dressed in black, smiling like all good little dolls should, but with her own twisted thoughts.

Her heart has turned black, ice runs through her veins, poison invades all the words that escape her lips. She used to be like you, but now she is this person you see before you today.

Sick, twisted, broken, demented, psychotic, and all of the qualities of an insane human being. The rejection drove her to be this creature of nothingness. Who has lost all form of sympathy. If it's not her way, then there's no way. Her mind is set, only she rules.

"Hey, you freak, what's your name?"

Her smile appears, the smile of a thousand lies. Her head tilts and her lifeless eyes begin to shine of happiness, but not because of this girl. No, she smiles happily of what she dreams of doing to this girl. Not that, get your minds out of the gutter. Now, her fate is far more cruel. A fate that will end in death.

"Just call me, Alondra."

The name has been revealed. Yes, it seems ridiculous to some, maybe even pretty. She doesn't care. She's come to live with that name, her birth name. Is that what cost her everything? Is that what started it all?

No. . .

"You're so weird."

She knows that much, but they don't know how much. She watches the girl, learns her quirks and mannerisms. The drowning sensation comes inside her. She's drowning with desire to end yet another life. To add to the life she lost. Her patience has run thin, her goodness is gone. And it's all your fault.

She rises to her feet, and stands before the stranger who has shown her disdain of the abomination. She continues to smile as the girl looks at her full form disgusted. Maybe not a model, but at least her face is her saving grace. The natural look of innocence, but under the innocent mask lies sin and corruption. And it's all your fault.

Alondra, that is her name, but once her mind searches she finds the other her. She looks at the girl and now sees her through a transparent glass.

"My name is Mirror Doll, and it's all your fault."

So it begins. She begins to follow her movements. They connect as soon as the movements become equal in speed and grace. But now she is not in control, just Doll. She is in control now. Your movements are now hers.

 She moves you, she speaks you, the doll has become the puppet master. She plays with your mind until she grows bored. She has very little entertainment span, so your demis will be short.

"I tried to be you, but I don't like you. It's time to drown with me."

Her hand goes to her chest, her fingers hover on her left breast, but it is only so her hand finds it's target. Her very own heart. Her hand pierces through, clutching the pumping organ that refuses to stop beating, and makes her live in this earthly Hell. Although, some may say Hell is more paradise than this.

The torture continues. . .

Her smile becomes sadistic as she pulls out the organ that is supposed to kill her once her fingers touch it, staining it. Tainting it. . .Yet, she holds it like as if it were a fragile object. Yet, it isn't so fragile since she still lives.

The victim screams, it begs and pleads. She doesn't listen. She is done listening. Nobody ever heard her, so now she won't hear them.

"Drown. . ."

You would think a heart would pop and make the sound a balloon makes, yet it doesn't. It simply makes a squish noise, and then nothing. Just spills blood. Yet she remains standing as the victim falls lifeless to the ground, clutching her 'broken heart'.

Mirror Doll closes her eyes, she goes to sleep. . .

Alondra wakes up, she sees the dead girl, but she knows what happened. She let it happen. She finally let her inner demons take her in, and now your life is nothing to her. You took her life, and it's only fair that she takes yours.

It's all your fault. . .but she doesn't blame you. Because she is coming for you.