My father and mother used to love each other so much. We were a happy family with a perfect life full of fun and hope. But even though I loved them, I was completely oblivious to the inside life they had. All those wonderful smiles and laughter were nothing but masks, hiding the true horrid deception and lies that followed them…and me.
I watched the flames engulf my home, the fire bright as it licked away every memory, consuming my beautiful house. The air was thick with ashes and smoke, curling around the area and up into the pretty blue sky, tainting the lovely day. I felt my heart hurt at the sight, but the pain was a distant emotion. Right now, right here, I felt numb.
There was muted footsteps behind me, soft and meek. I knew Maria was wanting to pull me away from the scene, but I didn't want to leave just yet. I wanted to stand here and watch so that I knew for certain that everything inside that household was gone for good. The fire raged on in the silence of the outside world, crackling loudly. I briefly wondered if the boy from inside was suffering from the overbearing heat or if his death had been simple and quick.
"Come, my Lady. We have to go now." Maria said quietly.
I looked at her over my shoulder and nodded, feeling strangely out of place at the moment. Bending down to pick up Snowball, I looked to the place I had called home for so long. I knew it would be the last time I would ever see it. No more Mom, no more Father, no more memories or fun times to create together. My father was dead and wouldn't harm another person again. No one would become a living doll or be murdered or used as some gross experiment; it was finally over.
"Let's go, Snowball."
Snowball curled up in my arms as Maria and I walked side by side through the field of flowers, both of us silent. My mind was running wild, though, with curiosity of my father's work. How had he done it so flawlessly? How had he made them so beautiful? Maybe Maria could tell me about his dark secrets and I could get answers. Father had made such pretty dolls.
I opened the door to find another lovely girl, absolutely alone and rather shy. But those brilliant, vibrant eyes…they were perfect for the finishing touches. Such amazing eyes…
She told me of her illness, to which I dully noted, seeing as her skin was a bit too pale for my liking. I barely listened to her ramble on, captivated by her pupils. But I pulled myself together, acting like the kind doctor I was supposed to be playing off as, smiling and calm. My new patient sighed and followed me to the surgery room, guiding her to one of the metal tables.
"I'm a bit nervous." she admitted.
"Don't worry." I let her lay down. "This will be harmless."
She relaxed a little, her eyes glowing with hope and trust, like that of a child. She reminded me of my past self, back when I had been naïve and innocent. But if only I could do something about that pale, but unblemished, skin. It would be such a nice addition, but the color was much too sickening and ill to be of any use to me.
I retrieved my tools from one of the shelves nearby, then went back to the girl, who was putting all her trust in me to heal her. And I would help her, of course. She wouldn't get sick anymore or be in any pain after I was done with her. She was rather foolish, coming here. But for me, it was a gift that I could use and keep forever; those eyes would be a part of my best and most flawless creation.
Gazing down at her, I found it funny that she was here, unknowing of the negotiation she was about to make. I could see the gleam of the chainsaw under the table, half hidden under the white sheet, waiting to be used once more. How she had missed it was beyond me.
"Um…are we going to start?"
I snapped out of my daze and smiled sweetly. "Of course. I was just thinking about something."
Maria would already be in the back, waiting for my instructions. I couldn't wait to show her what I had obtained this time. Picking up the scalpel, I happily sighed.
"You have such pretty eyes, you know."
