Killer Doll

the story of the past

I have a friend who is so cute and cute. He's exactly like me with orange hair and blue eyes. She likes to wear white skirts with peach lace. I was so happy when I was with him.

Every morning we played together in the park for a while before she left for her school. During the day after he came home, we were swinging together, then we both ate the prepared food on the porch.

"Bubby, I'd like to eat a sandwich of bread with tea. What do you want to eat?"

ask the woman. Of course I just kept quiet, because I couldn't eat that food.

"Eummmm.. What if strawberry jam bread? same tea as me?"

I just smiled at his hospitality.

The simple girl with the puffed cheek made me a strawberry jam bun and poured tea water into a tiny glass. I could only look at him and smile. We talked a lot, he told me about his school experience today.

The night moves from its place to the night. We didn't feel like we had to step foot inside the house.

I accompanied her to her schoolwork while sitting in a chair facing the balcony in front of the room. The full moon is so bright that the sound of the night animal sounds loud and melodious.

"Whoaahhhh..."

"Bubby, I'm done. Really sleepy it feels. I want tomorrow we go for a walk to the lake behind yuk,"

he said happily while stretching his tiny body.

That day, my friend was gone. Everyone was crying incessantly. Her mother, who rarely takes time, said she regretted her time. While his papa was just staring in disbelief, occasionally he stared at me holding in anger. I could only stare at him and endure the pain of losing the owner master. My anger was booming, but the swish of my heart could only be silent and could do nothing but cry.

I saw fresh blood everywhere and my friend died horribly. Next to where I was sitting, there was a sharp knife covered in blood. Small footprints leave marks in every corner of the room. The long, pointed hand trail left a trail in the bed sheet.

"Basic killer ****. It's good to live together and play together, why did you kill him huh?"

yelled at his mother while pointing at me.

" Already Ma, now we better take care of the body of our son, so that he can be buried properly,"

said his father mediated, but implied the hunting anger seen in his eyes.

Since that cry, there was a figure who just stood staring at the corner of the room. His grinning smile, Red eyes lit up, and his long hands looked at me sharply as if he was the killer. Mom and Dad couldn't see it. The figure then licked his hands full of fresh blood.

The funeral was well done, I could see it because I was sitting on the porch. The scorching heat of the sun I didn't notice, mom and dad didn't take me in. They just passed by and thought I didn't exist.

Since the death of my friend, his parents have always hated me and they brought me to this place.

The place that bears witness, where all the memories of past stories come slowly to eat away at my memories.

I do want a substitute master of my friend, but what power all just pass me and do not want to invite a conversation with me.