-Sheara
"My mom taught me about a lot of things I could never experience like her. She was a rogue too. Before a doll killed her." Lidya looked down with watering eyes. My heart jumped in my chest. Flashes of my mother's death shot across my mind. I sniffed and looked away.
"I...I know how you feel...my mother was killed when I was 5...by Dolls." I lowered my head and let my hair fall down and cover my face. I didn't like it when people saw me cry.
"I just...have never understood why. Why were the Dolls so mad at her? At us? My mother was always so nice to them...she was nice to everyone. So why-" My already very quiet voice faltered. I didn't want to talk about parents anymore...mine were both dead. And I wished with all my heart that I had protected them.
I suddenly remembered that I was talking to a Doll. I looked back to her and quickly backtracked.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to sound like every Doll was bad! I know they aren't! I know you aren't, I'm sorry!"
I gasped, a hand still over my mouth and nose.
(Again, sorry for shortness!)
