They say I have no feelings, no emotions. Why would I? I'm a mannequin right? Just a product of carefully chosen materials created in a factory of laborers.
All I am is a fabricated version of their reality. But no, I want to scream, “Look at me! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!” But the problem is… they do. They look; they stare in utter awe, appreciating my ravishing beauty. They say the glassy jewels I possess as eyes can capture them in a gaze so intense that it is bewitching. Well, if only they knew what truly was behind the pools of darkness. I won't tell them - no, I'll never tell them. I'll let them live in the illusion they create that is ‘some things are real and others are false’ - until it's time to strike.
I stare at my reflection in the repulsive mirror of lies. They really outdid themselves this time, etching me to magnificence so unworldly beyond imagination. My tempting heart shaped lips light up my well rounded face - a face so perfect even angels would cry in envy. Tender porcelain skin; rosy cheeks; contouring, high chiseled cheekbones. Big round eyes with such rare shades of teal green. But they don't move, no, they're stationary, filled with longing and desperation. Thick, hazel locks tumble past my arched shoulders falling down my curvaceous figure.
Silk and chiffon; my body is decorated with such fabrics. The luscious ivory summer dress… I could only wear in my wildest dreams. They made me well aware of my status eons ago. "Foul peasant," they'd say. Well, that isn't the case anymore. I'm back, and this time I will wreak havoc and will paint the town red… with rivers of blood.
I have a darkness within me that’s so dark it could consume the whole damn building if it wanted to. It would sweep into every home and shop there is and would devour the souls of every single human being in the entire town. There would be no mercy left for anyone that it takes away, because I know that the only people that this darkness consumes are the people who deserve it. I will get my revenge, only my poisoned soul will do all the work for me.
All of this is going on inside my head and all of these thoughts are clouding my mind like a thunderstorm yet I have this rosy-cheeked expression on my face and my eyes are blank. I am disgusted at what I see in the mirror before me; this is the complete opposite of what I truly am. My thick chestnut hair should be jet-black, spiked and short; my teal eyes should be crimson like the blood of my victims.
The demon inside talks to me all the time, and this time he is talking about how he should go along with getting revenge. I tell him that he can do whatever he wants to the factory owner, to my ‘family’ that keep me in their shop, to everyone that needs what they deserve. In the reflection of the mirror I notice that my family are out of the room, so I turn away and sit, waiting to hear an ear piercing scream echoes throughout the hallway and through the small crevices that are between the wall and the door. A man comes rushing in from the opposite side of the room and flings the door open just to see a man sprawled on the floor. The woman is still screaming and then drops to her knees beside him; this is exactly what I want. The wife often calls that man her ‘husband’ but I have no idea what that means. To me, he is the cruel and wicked factory owner that forced his laborers into making me the way I am.
Still they think that I’m just an innocent child’s toy, doll or whatever they call me. Little do they know that this is all of my doing. I may be just porcelain on the outside but on the inside there’s a much harder substance… it’s the stone encasing my soul.
I am nothing but a porcelain doll.
