The Show Starts

Prologue

It's so cold. Everything is dark. I can't see anything. What happened? What am I doing here? What is happening? Where am I?! It's cold....so cold. I'm freezing....I can't even support my own weight. My legs are shaking badly and my feet are hurting. I'm starting to feel a dense liquid spreading along my arms and my cheeks only to fall to the floor. Because that's the floor right? I can't tell anymore... It's like everything is spinning and dizzy.... I try to move and hold to what I think it's a wall. But I fail horribly. I fall on my weak knees to what i finally noticed it's a floor. And my knees are so numb that I barely feel the hit, though it sends electric waves through my body. I'm losing all my hope....I dont know what to do anymore. Just what happened...? I don't remember anything... A good ton of my memories are missing, since...a month? Or more....I really can't remember...it's so frustrating...I feel a wave of impotence wash over my body at my lack of memories and it all just leaves me even more hopeless. Just...help....me..p-please...Someone..s-save me...No. It's useless...it's all useless...no one will save me. I'm going to die here. And no one will ever find me, right? I will be here forever. Everything disappeared suddenly and a blind pain hit her, knocking her sudden limp body forwards, crashing harshly to the floor.

The next day, at the first hours of the morning. The cops found the corpse of a 16 years old girl in a dark alleway, it was covered in cold blood. And It had a paper folded inside her mouth. It could read: "The show just started, dear public".

It wasn't the first and it won't be the last. Meanwhile a sinister figure clothed in black from head to feet was hiding in an alleway observing everything with an almost fond smile. She had lasted more than the others which was incredible. This could be considered a victory. She had lived almost two weeks, incredible, really incredible. But not more than his favourite. He is his perfect little porcelain doll, his puppet. Perfect. Fragile. Silent and loving. His perfect and outstanding creation.

And after all, the show just started, darling.