The doll

What's that sound? It sounds... It sounds like... It sounds like some sweet and gentle melody being carried by the gentle breeze coming from the Northern mountains. The forest hid some mysterious secrets. The trees were all dried up and old while the bushes were leafless and rotten. Occasional grave would be noticed next to the old, dusty road. The moonlight makes the narrow road, in a dark forest which is covered with fog, visible to a young little girl. A black crow is observing the little girl. Guarding and protecting her from every form of harm. As the girl walks through the lonely forest, walking beneath a starry night, holding her little doll which matches her red dress with a black bow on her back. Her hair long and blond with curls matching those of the doll. Her eyes blue as the ocean while her face is pale as the snow. Her cheeks and lips red as a rose and her hands big enough just to hold those of the doll. As the little girl walks through the forest she stumbles upon a stone from which a blood red rose is growing and it's covered with poisonous thorns. The girl let go of the doll which fell on the ground as she leaned to pick the rose up. The thorn pierced the little girl's thumb and the poison made her feel dizzy as she fell on the ground. Her eyes closed slowly as they change the color from blue to black, her cheeks from red to white and her hair from blonde to silver. Her little heart stopped beating as she stopped breathing. The crow flew away as the doll suddenly stood up and looked at the little girl and said: I warned you not to touch the rose you stupid little brat.