Emily
I've been here for weeks on end.
I could hear the familiar calling of my name. Turns out, it was Malyia calling me so carefully and tenderly. I try to speak but no words exit my mouth.
"No, misses, i will get punished for disobeyin' " Malyia's voice rang in the forest.
I try to look but I can't, why can't i?
"Hold on," A very soft, timid voice silenced Malyia.
Soon, a familiar face popped into the hole, staring straight at me in wonder.
...Me?
[...]
Beady little eyes look back at Emily's. The doll held no smile, which was quite peculiar for a doll. But still, in curiosity and hopeless hate, Emily reached out and took the doll.
Disappearing.
What was left was the smiling dolls figure, slowly, crumbling away—
A tiny smile rested on her face.
She was going back.