My mother and father were attacked when they were in the bakery. I promised the attackers anything if they would spare them so; they turned me to a puppet.

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Yeah I sold my soul my soul to the devil. Just to save 'em.

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They gave me a polka dotted dress. Red and black; red just like the blood I was about to shed and black just like the mask he would be wearing. Of course I tried to refuse but it was too late I was already their puppet and besides …..

"Really ladybug, are you forgetting that-" "no! I'll do it please don't hurt them." "Good girl"

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I went to the ball. My dress was flowing behind me. I swallowed, maybe he wouldn't come today those were the empty condolences that I kept reassuring myself with. I walked the stairs and my breath caught in an almost painful way when I saw his black mask. Our eyes locked and I saw him come towards me with a relived smile on his face. Suddenly a thought which not mine yet was still in my head sparked 'I wonder how long that smile will stay in his face.' The mere shock of it made me stumble backwards because….

That night I wasn't just me that night I was someone else as well. Someone that was not me but in me.

He asked me to dance and almost against my will, I agreed. I say almost because I wanted to but it could be fatal to him. Why was he doing it to himself? Dancing with his murderer! He could have just run away and saved himself. A tear rolled own my cheeks and while we were waltzing he took out his hand and wiped it away from me.

His hand radiated brilliant, sincere, loving, warmth that sent a chill down my spine.

At this my resolve crumbled and I withdrew my hands from their dancing position and forcefully hugged him holding him tightly. I tried to warn him…..

P-please just don't save yourself and run away from here please I won't be able to hold it in me much longer I whispered

He hugged me back and kissed the top of my head. He tried to assure me. "Shhh its okay I am here." Heavens know I wasn't assured. And suddenly it –it happened I.….

I felt it take over. It was running through my veins and suddenly my limbs didn't felt my own and I didn't how to get rid of it.

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I suddenly pulled back from the hug subconsciously noticing my tears that stained his shirt. My eyes widened as felt my hands stealing to the hidden pocket where the dagger he gave me was resting. I tried-tried to stop them but I couldn't they were not my hands anymore. A disgusting and familiar sensation filled me the one I felt when I was putting the accursed dagger in its pocket. Tears started spilling again when I realized what exactly about to happen. I collected every ounce of willpower I had and just when It was about to strike, I changed its direction.

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I stabbed myself for him because I loved him and I will do it a million times more just to save him because he is worth it and always will be. Though I am glad I had the chance to confess.

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"Chaton, I-I love you" I offered him my last feeble attempt at a smile. Tears were now flowing down his eyes I-I love you too bug" I tasted a salty tear on my lips "I know" my last words were barely a whisper as I collapsed on him or rather my dead body.