Dear Jack,
Everyone thinks we're perfect for each other, well everyone except, you. I realize that im not the easiest person to love, hell, im not even a person, I'm just something your precious Doctor Finkelstein created. I know its hard to love something that you think has no heart, but I do Jack, and it is yours, if you wish to break it into a thousand pieces, so be it, I won't scream. And if you wish to break me into even smaller pieces, it is my pleasure to bestow upon you happiness. Jack I am yours forever, no matter what. And im sure that the other women you please every night, will never love you the way that I love you. They aren't real Jack; they just want to say that the Pumpkin King was attracted to them. I am real. I am prototype of the perfect servant, but I am capable of love. Jack that ability to love has been uncovered by you, of course you're completely unaware, but it's all your fault. You see, there is no real way to get over you, its impossible. Your everywhere in this damn town. The elders are constantly talking about your perfection, and the children are dreaming of becoming your shadow. THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM YOU! You don't even know my name, do you? I didn't think so, then it should be a lot easier on your mind, to know that someone died because you never paid attention to them, you weren't even aware of their existence. So then, you'll hardly even notice my passing. Good luck Jack, have fun with the rest of your mangled life, and I hope that you regret this.
Forever yours
- Sally Ragdoll