A Doll's Perfection

A Doll's Perfection

Sorcery! The only possible explanation for this madness, sorcery! Dark sorcery from those wicked spiders that trap people with their unearthly web full of lies. What could be so terrible and incredibly surprising, you ask? A doll. A wickedly sweet, hideously precious doll. An exact replica of my oh, so precious stepsister. She ended her life just last year. Ha-ha! Or at least that's what everyone thinks. My family knew well the girl was tired of hiding behind the mask of perfection. But my family's pride never endured her little tantrums and always changed her mind with a belt. She rarely ever got hit, though. I did. A lot. And it was just that, my daddy's favoratism, that encouraged my decision to end her pain...and my own as well. Those were my thoughts at the time. Nobody knew, Miss Perfect was gone, Life was kind enough to give me a smile. But I wasn't safe. The doll knew. She haunted me day and night screaming, "Help me! Please! Don't let me die here!' and she mocked my stepsister's last breath. Then she laughed an evil laugh, and repeated the cycle the next day. That stupid doll's hypocrisy reminds me of my family's plastic heart. Especially my stepsister's. Oh, how I hated her! She drowned me in a sea of jealousy daily, but I was kind and drowned her only once. She deserved it! Little Miss Perfect was the family's jewel. She was the bird to their sky. But what was I? Nothing. I was air, space, what everyone takes for granted. I ruined their picture. So yes, I killed her. And the doll tormented me daily for committing such a sin. Then she killed the rest of the family. I laughed as i told the police this because I had intended to kill them myself but the darn doll beat me to it! They fancied me mad. Even funnier! Now they are sentencing me to join my "family" in the Nightmare Room that summoned me daily since I got rid of the doll. No, I did not kill her. I couldn't. I needed her to keep my lies alive. I don't feel any guilt whatsoever, though. I know the doll did everything for a reason. She loved me. I saw her the day I was supposed to be hanged. Never had I felt so alive then when I was so close to death. Oh my, did I not mention my name? I'm Dolly D. and the precious doll I talked about is that girl looking back at me everytime I look into my stepsister's favorite mirror.