I feel like a fragile china doll that's been kept in a glass case in a store all her existence. As the years passed the glass cracked various times, and the doll was in danger of being exposed to the harsh elements, and yet she yearned for that. She wanted to be free from her case so she could make others happy and see the outside world.

One day, the glass broke and the doll was freed from her prison. However she was then placed inside a smaller case, more restraining with less air and freedom. However from within that glass prison she found a spark of joy. A little girl always came to see her in her case. She wanted to have the doll for herself, so she could take care of her and love her, and show her parents she was responsible with such a fragile object. The doll couldn't wait for the girl to take her home, and give her somewhere better to stay away from this prison.

However things took a tragic turn for the worse when the girl found newer and better objects that interested her, and having the doll for herself was no longer her priority. She lost the love and admiration she had for the precious figure, but she knew someone else would come along and give it a better home eventually. The last time the little doll ever saw the girl was the day her happiness completely ended, and so did her hope for a better home.

It was a typical day, the girl had come to look at the once object of her admiration for one last time before she turned around and accidentally bumped the case. The doll felt terror and fear as the ground grew closer and a horrible crash resonated through the air. The glass lay in pieces, shattered and wrecked, and the little doll was also in a tragic state. Though not as terribly shattered as the glass, she was in desperate need of repair. Her once lovely face now had a big chunk of it missing, and her head was no longer attached to her broken limbs. The girl she once loved stared in awe at the disaster she had caused, but only turned around and ran away crying not even looking back once to attempt to repair the doll she had broken.

For now the doll lays in pieces, the store owners knowing she can't be fixed. No matter how much they wished she could magically fix herself and become beautiful and whole again, they knew it was not to be. There was simply too much damage inflicted.