3.
sometimes, the Doll remembers the time before it broke. sometimes, the Doll sees flashes of another life.
it was always cracked, always bruised but it used to move without strings it was free to go outside without a witch
the Doll sighs, remembering the faces of its friends. it's been years since it had seen some of them, a decade even. another life.
It shakes its head. the past holds nothing but pain for the Doll... and the road ahead is getting more overcast every day.