The little doll sits on the dusty shelf, looking with blank glass eyes at her owner below. Brushing her hair, talking on her phone, taking pictures of herself, it's all she did nowadays. The doll remembered when her owner used to come to her for happiness or company when she needed it.

It was on the day of Kacey's 6th birthday when she received a beautiful porcelain doll from her mother in a box. A precious figure with golden locks, blue and bright glass eyes, and a white frilly dress. Her mother told her that she wasn't allowed to open it until she was older, in fear that the doll would break. Kacey gleefully hugged the box and then her mother. Just the sight of such a beautiful and precious creation in her room made the small girl happy. She couldn't wait until her mother allowed her to open the box so she could hug the lovely doll and play like any child would.

However the wait became too much, and one day Kacey crept out of bed in the middle of the night and took the doll out of its box. Looking at her delicate porcelain face in the moonlight made the girl smile, and she tightly hugged her little toy. She named her Angela because right then and there she truly had the face of an angel. She would be her treasure, and she vowed to not let anything bad happen to her.

One day though, after another night of playing with Angela in secret, Kacey made her way towards the box to put her away like she always did. However due to the darkness and shadows, she accidentally tripped and lost her grip on the doll. Kacey cried as she picked up her toy and took her near the window where she saw a small crack on the doll's right cheek. She continued to cry until her mother woke up and hurried to her room. Kacey tearfully showed her Angela's face and apologized for not having listened and playing with her doll in secret. Her mother hugged the small child and inspected the damage. It was only a crack that could be covered up with some proper paint. An easy fix.

After her doll was touched up, Kacey happily hugged her to her chest and promised her mother that she would be more careful. From then on, Angela could only be taken out when her mother was in the room, but Kacey was happy either way. At least she could happily enjoy her toy.

The years passed and Angela could now be played with anytime since Kacey had proved her responsibility. Tea parties were abundant as well as small picnics, there were hugs aplenty and Angela felt right at home with her owner. However, the years of happiness did not last forever, as Kacey soon grew to love new things. The girls at school told her that she had become too old to play with dolls when she entered the sixth grade. And so Kacey began to change. The influence, her natural desire to try new things and have new experiences became too great. She realized her childhood days were in the past and she was now entering a new stage of her life. She had to leave all those play things behind so she could have friends and continue to be happy.

It was with a heavy heart that she put Angela on a shelf overlooking her room. She knew she would no longer play with her beloved doll, but at least she knew new experiences awaited her that could be better than the times she had played with her toy. And from that point on, everything changed for the porcelain figure. For the first time in forever, she began to collect dust. Over the years her golden locks grayed with the substance, and her white dress yellowed. Kacey's room no longer resembled the childhood playroom it once was, and her owner was no longer the innocent little girl she used to love.

Now Angela sits alone on her shelf, if her lifeless glass eyes could show emotion they would show sadness, and if she had the ability she would let a tear fall down her cheek. A tear that would trace the once again visible crack left by the girl she knew and used to love. This doll was simply a plaything. Something that was used and enjoyed during a special time, but when it no longer brought happiness and joy, it was quickly set aside so that the person who loved her could find joy in something different.

So....this is something I wrote this morning. Inspiration truly comes from strange places. I've come to find that writing my emotions and feelings in the form of stories helps to release some negative thoughts. It doesn't erase my sadness, but writing has given me a way of creatively conveying what I feel.

So the inspiration for this was simple. Lately due to my breakup I've felt like I'm just an item, something that was enjoyed and loved but easily pushed away when new desires and interests came along. When I no longer brought my partner the same happiness as before, I was left aside. This may not be completely fact, but it's simply how I feel and I felt the need to convey it

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy reading this, and expect more stories to come