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a story im writing in a boys point of view
Help me out of my world
They watched as she sat in the corner shaking. Her limbs squeaking each time she swayed her body back and forth. She was their guinea pig. Their test subject. Their regrets all in one single human sized doll. She looked up at them with her big black eyes and quickly bent her head back down while shaking like before. Her hair flowing like a porcelain doll’s her pale skin with a feeling a plastic added to it. Her soft cries echoing the room. She was strong. She was clueless. She was…the worlds next dooms day device. She had the appearance of a young innocent girl with no idea what is going on yet she was so capable of doing so much damage. Enough to destroy the whole human population. They quickly opened the door to her cell and slipped two young children in. She looked up and scooted away as the children cautiously made their way to her. As soon as they were about 2 feet away she quickly but gently grabbed them and held them as if they were her…owner. They smiled and she quickly smiled back at them warmly. We made the children come back and brought out a teenager. She soon found herself at the teenager’s leg begging to be held but the teenager brushed her off. They told the teenager to come back and sent in an adult. The girl scurried away and shook with fear as the adult looked rudely past her. They were done with their tests. And she looked me in the eyes.
I shot up and looked to my side out the window and found the sun flooding through my window and the birds singing an unknown tune. I got up and walked slowly to the other side of my room to pick up one of my many shirts carelessly thrown to the floor. I picked it up and threw it over my shoulders and it rested on my chest and fell to my belt loops. I kept my worn out jeans on and walked out of my room to my bathroom. I looked in the mirror and felt the light stubble on my jaw line. I picked up my razor and then put it back deciding I would shave after I got the sleep out of me. I shuffled my feet downstairs and saw my roommate Sandy there. She was at the table with a coffee mug in her hand and her short blonde hair perfectly brushed down. While she wore her black slacks and white blouse tightly fitted on her. Her makeup applied lightly on her eyes. She was naturally beautiful yet there was no feelings in my heart for her. She looked my way and then got up to get a cup out of the cabinet. “sit” she stated. I obeyed and sat down. She poured a cup of coffee for me and sat it in front of me.
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