The terrible things it said to me, how it dared to look at me, ALWAYS taking what was mine and laughing at me. My Mummy said it was all in my head; I'm not insane! She loved that doll. More than she loved me...
I just couldn't take it anymore! It started talking to me again. So I did what I always wanted to. I ripped off its head, and threw it in the trash.
I don't understand why that was such a big deal?
But my Mummy is angry at me and they won't stop talking about me on TV.
I'm scared, what did I do?