Forever your ragdoll (The story of Zosi)

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The story Feels like it's been forever since dust was blown from my midnight fur. So many rips and tears are my new appearance. Tan soft hands lift me out of the old box which I sat for years, rotting. A smiling face meets mine, my red eyes gazing at the figure before me. The young girl that first bought me is now the older girl I look at as an enemy. She abandon me, left me, forgot about her favorite toy. She made my trust wear thin about her. I wouldn't trust her if she handed me a box of chocolate and said to follow her. I spot a sowing needle in her hand, white thread through the eye of it. A piercing pain met with my ear. Stitch after stitch, my ear was fixed, a new colored tip. The same process happened with my other ear, my neck, my right arm, my eye, my lower body, tail tip and my left paw. The last thing sowed on me was a little navy blue heart on my chest. I guess this is what other toys call 'getting fixed'. She sat me on a shelf, smiling at me before leaving the room. The lights shut off, leaving me in the eerie dark. I hated the dark. Sunlight, thankfully, streamed through the shuttered window on the other side of the pale blue painted room. The room had changed a ton since I last saw it. The pink plastic bed was no longer there, instead, there was a huge bed with blue covers the color of the room walls. The bed frame was white with little hearts etched into the frame. It was cute, but it saddened me. I always imagined the little girl I once knew, coming back to get me after years of being inside a box. But, no. Life can't be fair to me, not once. I was never THAT loved back in her childhood, that's why I had so many rips and tears. My fur was sure to collect more dust, sitting on this shelf. Next to me was a blue dolphin lamp. I growled, standing up on my two wobbly legs and kicked the dumb thing off and into the floor. No guilt here. An older woman ran in, looking sartled from the loud crashing sound that the lamp made. The bulb had shattered and covered the tan carpeted floor. I instantly went back into 'stuffed animal' mode to make sure the mother didn't know I could move. She looked mildly confused, glancing at me, then the lamp. Bending down to her knees, she cleaned up the bulb and fixed the lamp, placing it gently back onto my shelf. She left, leaving the door open. I smiled, staring out into the boring hall. The hall only had a picture on the wall. The picture was of my owner and her mother. Their father was never spoken of, I never understood why. I hopped down onto her desk, pulling up a blue sticky note and a pink pen. I wrote a note to my owner, grinning as the pen hit the page with each word. She'd never believe that her stuffed animal would write such a note. After I was done, I folded it horizontally and slipped it into the mouth of her plush husky on the bed. I was so jealous of that husky. That husky got love, recognition, a place in my owner's heart. For me? I got a box, painful stitches and dust. I growled, holding back the urge to horribly shred that thing. It's not that I just wanted to kill something, I really hated all the attention she gave to all her other animals, and not me. Why don't I get love, a warm place on the warm bed, a few hugs every now and then? Am I simply not good enough? Am I not modern enough? Am I too old for her? Each hurtful thing I thought stabbed my heart like a knife. All of these things seemed true. My owner simply didn't love me. It hurt to admit it to myself, but it was true. I curled up next to the husky, whimpering. "If you could give your love to someone else, would you give it to me?" The husky simply stared in its toy state, its ice blue beady eyes staring ahead. I felt ignored. Loud giggles were heard from the living room, then a figure walked through the door with my owner. The person with my owner gave me a dirty look, looking half horrified and half disgusted. "Holly, what is that thing?" My owner's face went red as she grabbed me, throwing me into the closet and shutting it. "Nothing, just some stupid stuffed cat I bought when I was like, 7?" My heart shattered. Some stupid stuffed cat!? I heard screams as though my letter had been read. My same sinister grin returned, licking my sharp teeth as I stood up, opening the closet door. 'Holly', my owner shrieked, staring at me. I cocked my head to the side, my red eyes shruken and wide. "Am I still scary, Holly? Do I not mean anything to you but the dirt you walk on? Am I simply not good enough for your love? Well, if that is the case, then you aren't good enough for mine." The white door slammed shut, locking. The two girls ran to the door, screaming and messing with the locked door nob. I chuckled darkly, slowly walking towards them. "I will not be ignored anymore, I will always be your ragdoll, Holly..." The end