Dolls and death {Styx/Bear}

I took out my doll from under my bed. This was one of my favourite dolls, it repesented my mother, my real mother. The one that left me to take care of myself. I kept letting her dolls die then I would make a new one to let it die another way, usually more painful than the last. This doll wasn't complete yet, it was only half way done. I seem to like my dolls, the ones I let lived where my best freinds, sometimes I pretend that they can talk back to me, so that I wouldn't be so lonely. Some people say it is my fault that I'm lonely, never talking to people spending to much time with my dolls making them and destroying them. Though I will never stop being who I am, I like the way I am. I like it this way, with my dolls.

I reach out under the bed and take out my kit, with which I make my dolls out of. Inside there in yarn needels, and thread. Different fabrik to make the clothes and one colord thicker pieces of matierial to make the skin. I begain to pile my stuff out on the floor, covering it with buttons (for the eyes) and yarn (for the hair). I take blue button and a needle and start sewing it into the skin of the doll. The needle pokes into the skin and out. I vision this with my real mother. I am sewing a needle around her eye stiching her skin and a blue button together. I see her screaming out in pain and it makes me smile.

Barley anything makes me smile, unless it is called torchirung the ones who have once tourcherd me. The vision of my mother fades before my eyes and I continue on my work. Leading the needle through the holes of th button and the skin of the doll. When the knot is complete I take the raizer sharp scissors that lay besides me and cut the string. I pick up the one eyes doll and hold it upsidedown to see if the eye holds. The eye doesn't fall to the ground, which let's me move onto the next. I follow the same pattern as before, making sure it holds nicly before picking her up cradeling her in my arms "Don't worry mommy, I'll find you a painful way to die" I whisper as I cradel the dolls in my skinny arms.

I keep the doll cradeld in my arms and stand up not letting the doll touch the ground. I refuse to take my blue eyes of it as I march out of my bedroom into the kitchen which happens to be completly empty. "See mama I already have an Idea of how to dispose of you this time" my voice raspy, since it almost never leaves it's chambers. I carefully set the doll down on the table where we usually eat or where I usually watch everybody else eat. I open the drawr and take out a frying pan, if I can achieve what I want to do without setting the house on fire, I don't know.

OOC: Credits for the table and header goes to Raserai<333

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