Literature
Voodoo Doll
Voodoo Doll
"Help me...save me, please..."
My head was dizzy. My heart was shaking. I felt tears, but this was no time to cry. I was hiding from /them/, the enemies, as mommy called them...I had been living for eight years and all I did was suffer. Every day the torture went on. My mommy and daddy are gone. Mommy fell asleep after getting hit by a weapon made by the enemies. I tried to wake her up, but mommy just laid there...she whispered my name, "Doll". After a few deep breaths, she whispered, "Run," before her eyes closed. The enemies ran forward, yelling orders and pointing their weapons. I was five then, and not a day has gone by th