I was always jealous of Ella, my best friend. She's a fashion designer, and her life looked so glamorous. I work as a psychologist, but I only do it to support my parents. I'm not happy, and I don't earn much. Seeing Ella live her dream and make good money made me feel even worse about my own life.
One night, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I saw Ella's new clothes in a magazine and couldn't stop thinking about them. I wanted a piece of that beauty and success, no matter what it took.
So, I sneaked into Ella's studio. I was excited and nervous as I looked at the beautiful clothes on the mannequins. My fingers touched the fabrics, and I imagined myself wearing them. I looked down and gasped. There was a dark, sticky liquid on my fingers. It was blood. My heart raced, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. I wiped my hand on a nearby dress, trying to calm my nerves, but the blood seemed to spread, staining the garments with a grotesque pattern.
Suddenly, I heard a faint sound-like whispers or muffled cries. I turned around, but there was no one there. The mannequins, with their perfectly posed bodies and flawless expressions, seemed to stare back at me with an unsettling intensity.
Ella appeared, her face a mask of calm that betrayed her true anger. "I see you've found my special collection," she said, her voice cold and smooth.
Before I could react, she advanced towards me. I tried to back away, but my legs felt like lead. She explained that the blood wasn't just a mishap-it was of her twisted art. Before I could do anything, Ella moved quickly. I felt my body going numb and stiff. I struggled, but it was too late.
Now, I stand among Ella's creations, dressed in beautiful clothes yes I am a maniquinne now , not just a maniquinne but her maniquinne . I hear the whispers of the others screaming how lovely my dress looks . I can't move or speak. I'm stuck in the life I envied, forever a part of the beauty I wanted so badly.
(I'm high no am not >3)
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Heartscape Diaries
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