Doll Perfect (2)

an entry

Dear diary,

I am changing slowly.  I am losing feelings.  It felt so cold. 

Last night, mommy… no. mom talked to me.  She confirmed what I had suspected.  That she is a doll.  That dad is a doll.  That Charlie is a doll.  That I am a doll.  That my life before, my fantasy of being a lonely human in a elementary school was a lie.

No wonder the kids in class refused to talk to me.  I would have refused to talk to me if I had known.  Even those werewolves kid refused to talk to me.  Said I was a heartless freak.  Mom said that now that I am going to middle school, I will reach puberty.  That I will grow up to be an adult doll soon.  That I will get my first mission soon, and since I had known Charlie, I might get my first mission with him.

I don’t know what to think about that.

You see diary.  Dolls are one of the communities which you may call the betrayer.  We work for both sides in any war. And we also didn’t support any sides.  Ironic natural they said. Dolls are quite individualistic and we follow whatever we think we like.  That’s why we are hated by everybody.  But, nobody dared to claim war against us.  Why? This is because we had been working for too many people, werewolves, elves, fairies, vampires, witches, sirens, and other countless mythical creatures.  We are the spies, assassins, even weapons to them.   So we know their weakness in strategies, their flaws and their strengths.

Do we kill each other? That depends.  Sometimes when the situation needs one of us to die, we won’t hesitate.  But usually we refrain to kill our own kind.  The Ministry of Dolls will later then has to send the other one to replace the dead. 

So that is me diary.  I am a betrayer.  A weapon.  I beg you diary, please don’t hate me.