I fell asleep one night and never woke up. Who am I? I was going to ask you the same thing. Where am I? Who knows. Am I safe? Ask the creature following me. Am I scared? Hell yes. What do I remember? Blood and screams. Will I ever wake up? No. -Kinshi57
When I was only a baby my mom gave me a doll. I never named the doll. So I simply called it "Doll". Doll was always unhappy. He never liked it when people called him cute. He hated how people thought so lowly of him. He wanted to be feared. He could do weird things. One time he made me write all my unhappy thoughts on a sheet of paper and put it in a random person's mailbox. The person would die the next day. I would ask,"What does it mean to... die?" He would tell me it's only natural, and some people deserved it. One day Doll was mad and he broke my parent's vase. They got mad at me for some reason. I tried to explain but they just shunned me. Doll told me they were just too stupid to understand. I brought Doll to school with me one day for show and tell in the second grade. My friends and other kids laughed at me when they saw him. They would call me a baby and mess with Doll when I would put him down. "Doll says he's angry and you should stop." Nothing ever worked. So, Doll told me to write a story on what I thought a humans' intestines would look like if lit on fire. I have always trusted Doll so I did it without question. I read it to the class. The next day I was absent from my school. My parents told me that when I was gone, the class went on a field trip and had a traffic accident. None of them lived. I asked Doll about it and he said they deserved it. So I wasn't bothered. Then one day, when I was ten, my parents threw Doll away and said I was too old for dolls. Doll came back and told me to write to my parents why people bled. My parents were gone for a while after that. Doll said they ran away and I should too.
I took Doll and ran away that night. He said I should go to a place called Hell. I didn't know where it was. He said it was deep down in my heart. Hell is were all the good girls and boys went he would always say. Doll said once I got there I could do whatever I wanted. Then he would let me meet Mr. S. I didn't know who he was but I was sure I'd figure out when I got there.
Every time we met someone mean, Doll would tell me to write a story to them. I think it's funny because most of the mean people were police and they would tell me I would see them again. But I never would. Doll promised me that he would protect me from them so I didn't deny it. On a Sunday a woman sat next to us on a train. I was on the train hopefully to take us to Hell. The woman asked us where we were headed. I said Hell and she just laughed and called me silly. She said Doll was cute and I said that he didn't like that. Doll said to write to her what human flesh was reduced to in the vacuum of space. She moved to a different seat once she read it. I wondered why people didn't like my stories. Doll said that normal people didn't understand true poetry. Doll made me happy. "Doll, you're my best friend." I would say. That night he asked me if we were truly friends. "Of course we are!" I said. Then he told me if we truly were, I would cut his face with a knife to make him look scary. I never disagree with Doll so I did. He hugged me and we slept under a bridge that night. Now, when I was in public, people wouldn't call him cute. I asked Doll why people bled. He said it was a gift from Mr. S. Mr. S gives people blood to show that they are close to Hell. I tripped and fell on branch when we were in the woods. I got a big gash on my knee. I bled a lot. I asked Doll why Mr. S's gift hurt so much. He said it was a small price to pay when you get to Hell.
One day Doll told me a secret. He said if I got really mad, sad, or scared, I should take a knife and cut my throat. I said, "Won't that hurt a whole lot?" He said once I do, I'll go to Hell. But ONLY if I'm really sad, mad, or scared. Or else it won't work. He made me promise, so I did.
I was running away from a man that said it was dangerous to be out alone without parents at night. He said that God wants me to be safe and he'll protect me. I got confused and Doll told me not to listen. So I kept running. I asked Doll what was so bad about God. My parents had told me that God was good. Doll said that they lied to me. I told Doll some cool things God can do. Doll yelled at me and said they were just lies. And if God really cared, people wouldn't die or suffer. I was really confused and kept asking. Doll said Mr. S and God were in a big fight a long time ago. He said God cheated and sent Mr. S away. I told Doll he needed to think a while about what he thought of God. Doll said if I wouldn't believe him, he'd leave. I said I didn't understand why he said God was bad so he left.
I cried a lot after that. I went asleep without Doll next to me for the first time in my life. I cried and cried but Doll wouldn't come back. Then I realized the knife and advice Doll gave me when I got scared. So I tried it.
Now I'm in Hell. Doll left out a couple things about Hell. It's dark and scary. And very often I get a really bad feeling like my insides are burning. But now me and Doll are friends again. So I don't mind the other bad things in Hell. Aslong as Doll is with me, I don't care what happens to me. And yesterday Doll told me to write a story, and put it online. So I did.
When I was only a baby my mom gave me a doll. I never named the doll. So I simply called it "Doll". Doll was always unhappy. He never liked it when people called him cute. He hated how people thought so lowly of him. He wanted to be feared. He could do weird things. One time he made me write all my unhappy thoughts on a sheet of paper and put it in a random person's mailbox. The person would die the next day. I would ask,"What does it mean to... die?" He would tell me it's only natural, and some people deserved it. One day Doll was mad and he broke my parent's vase. They got mad at me for some reason. I tried to explain but they just shunned me. Doll told me they were just too stupid to understand. I brought Doll to school with me one day for show and tell in the second grade. My friends and other kids laughed at me when they saw him. They would call me a baby and mess with Doll when I would put him down. "Doll says he's angry and you should stop." Nothing ever worked. So, Doll told me to write a story on what I thought a humans' intestines would look like if lit on fire. I have always trusted Doll so I did it without question. I read it to the class. The next day I was absent from my school. My parents told me that when I was gone, the class went on a field trip and had a traffic accident. None of them lived. I asked Doll about it and he said they deserved it. So I wasn't bothered. Then one day, when I was ten, my parents threw Doll away and said I was too old for dolls. Doll came back and told me to write to my parents why people bled. My parents were gone for a while after that. Doll said they ran away and I should too.
I took Doll and ran away that night. He said I should go to a place called Hell. I didn't know where it was. He said it was deep down in my heart. Hell is were all the good girls and boys went he would always say. Doll said once I got there I could do whatever I wanted. Then he would let me meet Mr. S. I didn't know who he was but I was sure I'd figure out when I got there.
Every time we met someone mean, Doll would tell me to write a story to them. I think it's funny because most of the mean people were police and they would tell me I would see them again. But I never would. Doll promised me that he would protect me from them so I didn't deny it. On a Sunday a woman sat next to us on a train. I was on the train hopefully to take us to Hell. The woman asked us where we were headed. I said Hell and she just laughed and called me silly. She said Doll was cute and I said that he didn't like that. Doll said to write to her what human flesh was reduced to in the vacuum of space. She moved to a different seat once she read it. I wondered why people didn't like my stories. Doll said that normal people didn't understand true poetry. Doll made me happy. "Doll, you're my best friend." I would say. That night he asked me if we were truly friends. "Of course we are!" I said. Then he told me if we truly were, I would cut his face with a knife to make him look scary. I never disagree with Doll so I did. He hugged me and we slept under a bridge that night. Now, when I was in public, people wouldn't call him cute. I asked Doll why people bled. He said it was a gift from Mr. S. Mr. S gives people blood to show that they are close to Hell. I tripped and fell on branch when we were in the woods. I got a big gash on my knee. I bled a lot. I asked Doll why Mr. S's gift hurt so much. He said it was a small price to pay when you get to Hell.
One day Doll told me a secret. He said if I got really mad, sad, or scared, I should take a knife and cut my throat. I said, "Won't that hurt a whole lot?" He said once I do, I'll go to Hell. But ONLY if I'm really sad, mad, or scared. Or else it won't work. He made me promise, so I did.
I was running away from a man that said it was dangerous to be out alone without parents at night. He said that God wants me to be safe and he'll protect me. I got confused and Doll told me not to listen. So I kept running. I asked Doll what was so bad about God. My parents had told me that God was good. Doll said that they lied to me. I told Doll some cool things God can do. Doll yelled at me and said they were just lies. And if God really cared, people wouldn't die or suffer. I was really confused and kept asking. Doll said Mr. S and God were in a big fight a long time ago. He said God cheated and sent Mr. S away. I told Doll he needed to think a while about what he thought of God. Doll said if I wouldn't believe him, he'd leave. I said I didn't understand why he said God was bad so he left.
I cried a lot after that. I went asleep without Doll next to me for the first time in my life. I cried and cried but Doll wouldn't come back. Then I realized the knife and advice Doll gave me when I got scared. So I tried it.
Now I'm in Hell. Doll left out a couple things about Hell. It's dark and scary. And very often I get a really bad feeling like my insides are burning. But now me and Doll are friends again. So I don't mind the other bad things in Hell. Aslong as Doll is with me, I don't care what happens to me. And yesterday Doll told me to write a story, and put it online. So I did.
