I ran and ran clinging desperately to my life. Had ran away from monsters and knives. I was so young and pretty. To have died is really a pity.

My own father chased me through the house. Bad memories were aroused. His chainsaw purred and it was over. No longer would I stir.

My father killed them all. Turned everyone into dolls. But I didn't know that I would be the most precious one of all.

I thought father loved me. But then he caused me agony. The chainsaw ripped me apart. And he dismembered my heart.

Before I knew it I was dead. I finally rested my head. But I would not be buried. Because my body he still carried.

He cleaned me and dressed me so finely. Like a porcelain doll so shiny. A dress of vibrant red. That matched my blood.

Although I seemed so fancy. This was not the real me. My soul has escaped to Heaven. I had barely turned eleven.

He kept me in the doll room. Let in the light of the full moon. My eyes cold and expressionless. Father would expect no less.

He visited me everyday. How I wish that again I could play. But my cold body doesn't listen anymore. On and on in this eternal sleep I'll snore.

I wish I could sing again. I wish I still thought of my father as a friend. If I could redo everything. I'd fly away with new wings.

If my eyes could flutter open. If you could relift the curtain. I would live a new life of love. Instead of being in this dead body so numb.

However this is impossible. This fate was unstoppable. So until I see you all again. This will just be a BAD END.