I tried not to cry as I walked through the orphanage.

My orphanage.

The walls were falling apart, wallpaper peeling, floors stained a nasty shade of yellow-brown.

My home.

Not anymore though.

It was bright and light in here.

The place had a creepy vibe to it now.

Teenagers would run through, daring each other to go through the old abandoned orphanage.

It made me angry.

How could they?

I hadn't noticed that I'd still been walking.

No people were in sight.

My family and fiance would be far behind, I'd better get back to them.

I noticed the door number out of the corner of my eye.

A random number.

My number.

Out of curiosity, I pushed the door open.

The beds were covered in cobwebs and dirt.

I stifled a sob as I approached my old bed.

Lacey.

My favorite doll.

She was broken and scratched, hair coming out, but it wasn't anything I couldn't fix.

“Carly!” I heard someone yelling.

Kam.

I hugged Lacey close to me, not wanting to let go.

“Coming,” I yelled back.

He jumped at the sight of Lacey.

“Ummm, why do you have a creepy doll?”

I glared at him.

“This is a memory, not a creepy doll. Leave Lacey alone.” I responded angrily.

“Carly, that doll is going to haunt you in your sleep.”

He said, gesturing to the doll as if I didn't know what he was talking about.

“She was my only friend when I lived here, so if you're going to marry me, you're going to keep this doll,”

I said, knowing what he would have to answer.

He laughed, then sighed.

“Too bad you're too precious to let go of.”

He put his arm around me, and we headed toward the entrance.