Ben Note: In this Entry, there was a lot of language. So, here's a warning, Warning, language. Thank you and enjoy. And there might be some triggering stuff in here as well. If don't like people taking about driving and hanging please do not read. Also, suicide is also mentioned in this entry, do not like, do not read. Thank you.
I would never judge Mr. Jason again. Never! Today, I learned why he creates the weird human dolls. I learned why he created that Puppeteer thing, I learned why everyone is so protective over Shinto. I learned why Shinto is so protective for her friends.
Today, is Sunday. I and my mom was invited to the Miski's house for dinner. I really didn't want to go after I made Shinto's dad upset at me. But I still went. My mom dressed me in a nice sweater, again, and some jeans. She dropped my brother off at a friends house and we went on to Shinto's. We got there and walked to the door. I was shaking a little cause I thought this was a plan for Mr. Jason to attack me or my mom after what happened. We knocked on the door. Mr. Vincent soon answered it. He smiled and that was the last time I ever saw him smile that day.
"Ben, Suezen, welcome!" he said smiling.
"Hi." we said smiling back.
"Come in come in." he said.
We walked in and he closed the door behind. We took off our shoes at the door and walked into the front. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a tie and black pants.
"Ben, Shinto is up in her room. You can go on up." he said.
I nodded and went up the stairs. There were pictures of a lady with light brown hair on the walls. There we pictures of her and Mr. Jason, her and Kenta, her and Mr. Vincent, and other family members. There were even pictures of her and Mr. Doll Maker. But there were none of her and Shinto. I was thinking if that was Shinto's mom. But didn't understand why Shinto wasn't in any of the pictures. I soon got to Shinto's room. I knocked on the door and she opened up. She had on A red dress with a red bow in her hair. She smiled.
"Hey Ben!" she said.
"Hi Shinto." I said smiling back.
She dragged me inside her room. Kenta and Mr. Doll Maker was inside. Mr. Doll Maker was looking at each one of Shinto's dolls she had. He had an amazed look on his face as he looked at the dolls. Kenta was sitting on her bed playing videogames. The two wax dolls I saw from a few days ago, was sitting in chairs. They were wearing similar dresses like her. We sat in her room and played videogames with Kenta. Mr. Doll Maker was asking questions about all of Shinto's dolls she had.
"What's this one names?" he asked.
"Kohina." Shinto said.
"And this one?" he asked.
"Kay." she said.
"And this one?" he asked.
"Zuni." she said.
"These dolls are amazing. Did your dad make them?" he asked.
"No, my mom made them." she said.
"Well their beautiful." he said smiling.
This is when I made my first mistake.
"Speaking of mom, where is your mom Shinto. I haven't seen her." I said.
Shinto quickly froze in place. I noticed, and so did Kenta.
"Shinto, are you OK?" I asked.
"Our mom, is well, she doesn't live with us. Right Doll Maker." Kenta said.
"Right Kenta." Mr. Doll Maker said.
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My Life Before I Died
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