Your parents own a Mental institution, you always go there if you are bored after school, the staff who worked there know you.

You always see different types of crazy people (that's what you thought) with different symptoms and disorders, sometimes you see them walking, skipping around or talking alone, one day you see one of them trashing around and aggressive at the nurses and guard and the next day you can see someone cried like there's a funeral. You sometimes spoke to them, who is not aggressive or trying to comfort who is sad. Even the patient knows you.

You rarely visit because your parents told you it could be dangerous.

It will be.

After a week of no visit, you went there to check for your mother, there's a new patient.

*And there you see someone there. Sitting by the bench alone and seems to be holding something in his arms. He looked young and you felt pity, probably one year or two years older than you.

You went close and he suddenly looked behind, his ear picking up quickly.

But then his eyes widened up and he wore a maniacal grin like he was surprised and overjoyed.

"Dolly?" He asked, then you see the thing he's been holding or hugging in his arms.

Same eyes, same hair, same red lips, rosy cheeks, colours. A bit worn out, simple white dress. Was you.

It's just a doll. But it could change your whole world.

He suddenly jumped out of the bench and reached out to you like a toddler finding a new toy.