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Rachel sat in the recreation room of the mental hospital that she had been calling home for a long time now, sitting by herself in the corner of the room with the three dolls, Blade Peri and Pearl. They were her only friends ever since she turned ten. She had created her own little world in her head with the three dolls as her closest friends, she was always seen as a weird kid growing up. And when the accident happened she further went into the little shell of hers.

Rachel quietly hummed to herself as she would occasionally look over at the other patients that were in the rec room with her, before going back to playing with her three toys. Rachel stopped for a moment looking over at the barred windows, as she thought about her mother and sister. She still missed them a lot as she started to relax some more and went back to her own little game that she had with Blade, Peri and Pearl.

Nine years. Nine years. That was how long they had stuck around the girl. Only on her tenth birthday, was the first time they had saw her. They watched her behind those soulless eyes; empty eye-sockets, cerulean, and ocean-blue. Through these eyes, there was a sense behind their two-inch bodies. And every move she made, was taken in by those seemingly-soulless eyes. Questions. Questions. They were the first thing they had thought when their eyes met with the five-foot girl. Every time they had been picked up, put down, and moved around, they swore there was something between humans and their toys. As far as they knew her, she was theirs; the only person who has ever held them, apart from the girl's mother. No other human talked to her; no one said "hello" to her. Then, there was belief: She chose them, the only companions who have ever listened to her, but never (couldn't) speak back. But, somehow, Rachel understood them. It was a fair trade: She understood them, they return the favor. But, sometimes, it felt like it was never enough.

Sometimes, they just wished to experience her, at great lengths.