[Warning: Minor gore and blood.]
Mother was supposed to be bringing home a new dress for me.
She detto it was supposed to be white and beautiful and I would look absolutely lovely.
That isn't how it happened though.
I still looked lovely, but in a different way.
I sat in my play room, surrounded da my many dolls. My dress was a deep purple velvet. The was a ribbon to match in my hair. All my bambole were expensive dresses, like me. My older brother was in the room down the wall. He hasn't come out for days. The maids had to bring him his food, but he hasn't eaten it. I worry for him. The whole house...
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