Zoey caught up with me, smiling as she heard my request. "A few days ago, I pricked my palm, and Mr. Smith was so distressed he couldn't bear to see me hurt, so he gave me the lucky doll," she said.
"He even mentioned that the doll is clumsy like me, but he really likes it."
She teased, "Annie, do you think he's joking? I'm pretty; I don't resemble that ugly doll at all."
I clenched my fists, glared at Sean, and demanded, "Why did you give my things away? That was from my mother; how could you give it to someone else!"
He smirked, provoking me, "That doll was yours? Sorry, I forgot. I thought it was just some worthless trinket…"
Before he could finish, I grabbed the ashtray from the desk and threw it at him. Sean didn't dodge, and the crystal ashtray struck his forehead, drawing blood.
Zoey screamed and scolded me, "Are you insane? Hitting someone over a silly doll!"
She stormed out but quickly returned, holding my lucky doll. She threw it at me, yelling, "Here’s your thing, take it back! It's a cheap trinket no one cares about. Do you think I covet it?"
"Stop acting crazy, take your stuff and just go!"
The ceramic doll hit the floor and shattered. I saw my name and birthday broken into pieces, like my life, probably beyond repair.
Suddenly, it felt like my end was indeed near. But I wasn't ready to die; I hadn't seen my mother yet. I worried she would continue waiting for me.
My head spun; in a frenzy, I slapped Zoey, shouting, "That was my mother’s! It is important! It matters to me!"
Before I could finish, tears began to fall. I reached out to grab Zoey, but Sean caught my wrist, stopping me.
Tears warmed my eyes, and as I cried, I began to laugh bitterly. I accused him, "You know I'm dying, yet you torment me, Sean, you are truly heartless."
He lifted his hand to wipe away my tears and countered, "First it was the cake, now this dying act, Annie, do you find it amusing to manipulate me?"
"You don’t need to cry; I'm not going to pity you anymore…" He hadn't finished speaking when a drop of blood fell from my nose, landing on the back of his hand.
My nose was bleeding again, this time more severely than before. My legs gave out from the pain; I couldn't stand any longer and collapsed.
Sean caught me and yelled, "Call an ambulance!" Powerless, he could only watch as more blood spilled, staining his white shirt red.
