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Anastasia was a mute girl that craved new experiences, but with her condition. She was limited not to. She wanted adventures, thrill, excitement, a shiver down her little spine. Tonight, she will finally experience what she wanted to.
A shiver, a cold, frightening sensation.
It was a cold, winter night. Her parents were going for another drunk party at the club. She was playing with dolls.
“Anna, we’re going out. We’re just gonna leave this bowl of porridge on the stove. You’re 13, you need to learn how to fend and cook for yourself. “
The gate went shut, leaving Anastasia home alone. A frightening experience for the most, an exciting experience for her.
This was the closest adventure she could get. Building forts made out of pillows, diving into them from the upper part of her bunk-bed. Sending her dolls down, she went on and experienced being an instructor for sky-diving. Well, for her raggedy dolls at least.
“This was her chance to get out there and learn how to defend herself” her mother kept saying, but to her, it was for the excitement and thrill, not education.
Her dolls were raggedy, ginger hair with pink or yellow dresses. Compare their looks to Annabelle.
How was she never scared of them?