Out of Nowhere....

Lurking for something to ease my hangover.
Trully, last night shot was a waste of energy and consciousness.
Remembering nothing but bottles of imagination and desire. Remembering only about lights, starlights, moonlights, and colourful lights.
I have no clue about my whereabouts, i only remember about the smell. Light but poisoning, as if walking underground suburb, vapour of acid and old ruins of a town.
I scrub my head, to ease the pain, blood...red, thick, blood. I touched the liquid with tremendous horror. What's this?
Looked around, finding myself in a obscurity, dark, and alone. Walls, brick, dark and solid walls.
Pulling myself up, i noticed big scar on my knees. My trousers are completely torn apart in several places, my sleeves half torn and blackened with ashes or dust.
Where am i?
Holding the wall, i exercised my bleeding feet, i have to get up and get out. Now.
My eyes started to get used with the darkness, finally a bit of lights shone from the north side. Trampled and stumbled by the rocks inside the room, i fought to reach the light. Painful. Yes, trully painful. Agonizing and chocking.
The air was getting thicker with some fumes, bit like acid and cow's dung.
My chest was hurt and heavy, hard to breath...
The walls were cold and damp, covered with fungus and strange liquid. There were weird sounds echoed from behind my back. Having no intention of going back to the previous trap, i pushed myself forward.
Little bit more, i said to myself. The lights shone brighter and brighter. A bit of fresh air swayed my face. A fresh air, a bit of salty air.
I reach the end of the road. Bright light, clouds, birds. Finally.
But, i stopped.
You must be joking, i said. The trepidation elated me. My feet unable to hold my weight any longer. I fell to the ground. There were no way out. No such thing as a way out. The light fooled me.
The end of the road was the beginning of my doom. There is no other way. If i move forward, i will fall to the abyss, yes, vast, deep and rocky sea beneath me. If i return to the first spot, i will be killed, certainly. The frightening noise was heard again, closer and closer. My body was unable to move, i cried.
Help...help me.
The cracking sound...the frightening sound.

Help.....Help!!!!! My voice just echoed inside my head, nothing came out from my mouth. My whole body come to a halt. Can not move, can not breath. Am i dead? Suddenly....

"Here you go Mary. Your doll is good as new."
"Thank you Mr. Boddle. At least she will not move again."
"Yes, walking and talking doll is pretty scary. Bye bye Mary."
"Bye bye Mr. Boddle."

I realize who i am now.
I am not a human, not close to become a creature with flesh and blood.
I merely a porcelain- mix- plastic barbie wannabe.
I have a soul, captive in a solid immobile body, controlled by a string.
Fulfilling other being's desire toward me.
Can anyone hear me?
Hear my plea?
For freedom.....