MY NAME IS ANNABELLE

I sometimes feel broken inside like a long-forgotten toy that was tossed away. I shiver from the cold and softly cry. It has been so long since I have seen the sunshine or felt the breeze on my face. I once had a beautiful face with dark blue eyes, red lips and dark brown hair. Here in this dark, damp, silent closet I sit in the corner with my blanket.

Before I ended up in this closet I would go outside and play. I sit here in the dark hoping soon someone will come to find me. It is hard now to remember the first time I came here to this house. It was so nice here and I went outside and played in the yard. I swung in the swing hanging from the big oak tree. I can't understand why I was left here, maybe I did something wrong? I listen for footsteps but hear nothing.

The door slowly creeps open and standing there is a woman with brown hair. She reaches down to pick me up and tells me she is sorry for leaving me behind. She wipes my face and gives me a kiss. She takes me from the closet, and we sit together on the big bed. We sit and stare into each other's eyes and then she cries. She promises to never leave me alone again, we go downstairs, out the door and until this day we live together in a big blue house. I never saw that closet again.