Horror is consuming her mind, her entire world seems to be collapsing before the man who is standing infront of her with his hidden and masked face like always. She wants to scream but her voice betrays her like always. She wants to hit him, wants t...
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" Jung Kook "
When i was nine, i had brought a beautiful Doll home from Germany when i went there on a trip with my family. My dad bought that Doll for me after three days of endless demanding, nagging, crying because that Doll had caught my special attention and i wanted it so bad.
It was the rarest piece in the world and it costed a lot back then.
And when i brought her to home, that day was the happiest day of my childhood.
I was so happy to have her and i would play with her all day long. I would keep her closer to me and would sleep while hugging her.
I named her Emily. She was my most favorite Doll of that time and i intended to keep her safe until the very end of my life.
I was doing just fine with Emily. But then one day, a kid of my father's business partner came to our house and he started laughing at me saying "Boys shouldn't play with Dolls ".
And it was as if i cared about his opinion anyways.
I completely ignored that kid and told him to stay the fuck away from me and my Dolls. He had noticed Emily in my hand and noticed how tightly i was holding her.
Later on that day, when i kept Emily in her house to use the washroom, that stupid kiddo did a terrifying mistake as he sneaked inside my room and had broken Emily completely. He had stabbed Emily everywhere with a kitchen knife that he had stolen from our dining and destroyed the whole appearance of my beautiful Emily.
When i came out of the washroom, i found the kid stabbing Emily and laughing as if it was a fun thing to do. I immediately rushed towards him in horror and pushed him away from my favorite Doll. But it was too late already and Emily was completely fractured.
I can't describe how angry and pathetic i felt back then. I can't describe how i cried at first and then how i set it inside my small head that if somebody fucks with my Doll's, how iam going to punish them. The rage inside my skull grew so wilder that day that when the kid was running away from my room, i went behind him and as soon as he was standing near to the stairs, i pushed him from there which caused him to loose his one leg and whole ability to talk.
Thankfully nobody had seen me to push him from there and as he lost his ability to talk after that, nobody could accuse me for what has been done.
I rushed to my room after that as i gathered the broken pieces of Emily and tried to make them place in proper places.
