Frenemies

Cold, so cold, your freezing and you can barely open your eyes but how… why? Where are you, why is there a gun in your hand? The gun, it calls your name and you can't help but stare at it for what feels like eternity. Its mysterious and dangerous and beautiful all at the same time. In your hand you hold what could be the balance of life and death but why, why do you have it? In your other hand, a doll, a beautiful porcelain doll, you remember it but you can't figure out how.This whole room is full of mystery. Why is it dark, why do you have a gun, why do you have this doll, where are you. The dolls smile is so comforting, you stare into its eyes and then it hits you. Mazy. How could you not have noticed this before, the doll has her eyes and her hair and her smile, oh how you miss her smile, you dont remember how long its been since you've seen her smile but it's been long too long. There's something different about it now. She doesn't have that same joyful glow that she usually does. Mazy looks… almost crazy, but it can't be. Mazy is the kindest sweetest person you've ever met. you place her down ever so gently in the corner and start walk around trying to find something, anything. You look back at the doll and see the gun only a few feet away from the doll. You thought you left it in the middle of the room but there's no way it couldn't have moved on its own... right? You continue to look around then you hear a very faint voice,

“You never were a good friend,” it says as you look around frantically to see where it is coming from, “more like... a frenemy. You lied to me and you hurt me, and now I will hurt you.”

Now you are scared but then, you hear a loud, sharp, CRACK! Your head spins around so fast it could have gone flying off your head but the second it does, everything goes black.