Barbie & Death...
"Morning came without me knowing, and the next thing I knew was the stylists dressing me up like a barbie doll. Constantly checking my make-up to make sure it matches my dress. Everything became noisy despite blocking their voices. I could hear them murmur back and forth like playground children. Man…" Belen breathes out, "I knew since yesterday night that today would be a difficult day. I tried my best to come off as confident, but with those perverted gazes ready to tear me to shreds….ha….I'm a fool to think I could trust my dad to protect me. He only makes himself look like the protagonist, and what am I? What else? I am the villain…."
Just as Belen intently looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she overheard a clack when she turned to see a little girl dressed in a pink fluffy dress.
"A…barbie?" Belen mumbles.