her secret she whispered

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I picked her for a reason. She resembled me, with sapphire blue eyes mirroring my own and skin as delicate and pale as a daisy.

"I want this one, father!" I grab her without waiting for a yes or no.

She became my best friend. At that time at least.

I would spend the entire day with her, playing until our legs grew weary and the sun drifted into the ocean.

She was a gorgeous doll. Everything about her was so mesmerizing, and she came dressed in a style I would've picked too.

She was beautiful.

Until one day I popped her leg off on accident. She wasn't particularly happy about that.

She whispered to me. "You hurt me..." I apologised to her.

I don't know if that was the moment when everything began to change.

But things started getting peculiar....

As soon as it hit midnight, she would whisper to me. But they weren't just whispers, they were secrets.

Secrets she threatened me not to repeat.

The closest I've been to revealing one of her secrets, was when my father asked me..."Why is your doll near your ear?"...

"She's telling me about how she died, father! She-"

-She flung out of my hand....

That night, she was beyond furious that I had nearly told my father her secret. She called me a horrible friend, and said I wasn't trustworthy with secrets. That hurt. It stung more than I expected.

I remember when she and I would run through fields of lilac blues and daisies, their soft petals matching the hue of our skin. A duck trotted over to the nearby tree adjacent to us.

"Look ####!" I pointed.

#### whispered to me... "Kill it..."

Jesus, I thought.

That same night when it hit was midnight. #### wasn't pleased again. ####yelled at me for not killing that duck.

"How do I fix this; how can I restore your happiness?"- I listen.

"K-k..."

"What did you say?"- I put #### towards my ear.

"Kill your dad."

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I burned the house down a few hours after killing him. I was distressed. As I watched the fire, I could see something bigger than the flame. It was a soul. Freeing itself.

What was that? It didn't look like my dad or anyone I knew. It was smiling at me however...

####... Where is ####... my doll ####.

I panicked and forgot about her and left her inside the house.

I could see her eyes in the flame, dark and wild, her expression was soft, as if she was finally watching the world unfold from a dream she was no longer trapped in.

"You freed me." She whispered to me one last time. I could only nod in aghast.

I realised, it wasn't a doll anymore, not really.

But I knew this already...

####'s secret was that she was once a little girl who jumped out of a window holding her favourite doll.

I had to sacrifice someone to save her...To free her from the doll.

Her secret was that she neglected her death, and didn't choose to cross over, so instead inhabited her doll and dwelled in past regrets.

Her secret was her name... her name was... I can't say.

Now you know both her secret and mine, do not tell or I shall sacrifice you.

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Thank you for reading my short microfiction! :)💖💖💖

The doll isn't just a toy, it is a vessel for a trapped soul, one that has suffered a tragic death and refuses to move on. Living in past regrets. The protagonist then carries on that past regret she took from the doll, initially explaining why the doll became 'free' and the ending of ' do not tell or I shall sacrifice you'. The doll isn't just an object, but a manifestation of the protagonist's internal struggle and guilt and the idea that some secrets, once learned, cannot be unlearned without dire consequences. You never know the doll's name, because the protagonist has learnt from past consequences of revealing secrets.