Vilex

I had a fabric doll, with skinny arms and spindly legs.
I think her name was Helen.

I was walking at night, holding Helen. I was sleepwalking. Yes I must have been sleepwalking. Helen wanted me to walk into my parent's room. Why not do what Helen wanted?

Flash forward, I was in a bar. I didn't know how I got there. Did Helen want me to drink? Was I an alcoholic?

Flash forward, I was talking to a friend. I asked him how old I was. It felt like an awful lot of time was passing. I didn't know what to make of these time skips. Was I sleepwalking through them? When I was sleepwalking, was I doing what Helen wanted?

Did Helen want anything? Was Helen just a doll? Had I finally lost it completely?

Flash forward, I had decided to burn Helen.
I tossed Helen into the fire but she refused to burn.
I tore Helen apart.