DollMaker: A Confession Of A Madman [COMPLETED]

FOUR

I smiled and had a sure tone throughout the visit. They asked me about each one individually. I was offering my condolences to their death. I acted like a true performer. I never met this side of mine. Maybe I was acting my entire life, hiding what I really think about things. Hiding my hatred towards my studies back when I was younger, hiding my depression my father bought me and hiding my love towards Sakura. Though somehow, I could tell that she knew my love for her.

Investigator: Don't you find it strange that all these girls were connected to you specifically?

Harrison: I never thought of that.

Investigator: But this can never be overlooked. From where these girls bought the cyanide?

Harrison: Perhaps they shared it among themselves, and decided to do so when they meet at my class. As you can see, I myself if I wanted, I cannot get any cyanide. I am but a doll maker.

Investigator: You have a point there. We asked each of their parents and they said the girls like you very much.

Harrison: Yes, I liked them so in return. They helped lift me from a depressing state. It saddens me that they were much sorrowful then I am. If I just knew... I would've done something...

Investigator: It's useless dwelling on the past. Their death shocked many people.

Harrison: Do you think, it's a murder?

Investigator: Well, their deaths were open and shut. They were labeled as suicide. But the coincidence doesn't seem quite right. So the case was opened again.

Harrison: Are there any suspects?

Investigator: Yes, you sir, are our only suspect.

Harrison: Do you have such evidence?

Investigator: No, not yet. But we are searching your workshop and your apartments for such evidence.

Harrison: Well, you are welcome sir, anytime.

Investigator: Now is a late hour. I'm afraid I don't have any permission from the station to search your place. But you'll be spending the night elsewhere, maybe in a friend's house or with a family member so we can conduct our search tomorrow's morning.

I gave my keys to the Investigator and I stayed with my parent's house. Again, I had a dream. To my unexpected joy, it was her again! Sakura visited me once again. This time, I could see her smile so vividly, like she was alive. We were sitting upon the grass that brushed alongside the riverbed. She was in my arms, and I embraced her gently. As if, I feared she'll break like glass, thus I held her body tenderly.

"Are you happy?" she asked.

"Quite."

"Then, perhaps you must stop."

"Stop? Why?"

"Your girls have visited me in my dreams. They were sad, betrayed. It isn't happiness if you're causing sadness. Is it now?" she held my one cheek, and softly played with my hair. Tucking some behind my ear.

"But, how will I be happy again?"

"Confess," she said.

"Shall I write it?"

She nodded.

"Then that, I shall."

She gently wiped away my growing tears. "You'll be happy, I swear it," she said then offered a coy smile. This dream lingered forever. It was tasteful and everlasting. It's been long since I enjoyed myself. I never felt more pleasure.

And so, I sit here in my father's study. I can smell mother's cooking from the slightly open door. I hope this letter will be my reasoning for the deeds I committed, but never my excuse. I'm sure the investigator will find nothing in my place. All the dolls that were modeled after my students were sold so far away. And so, I confess before I leave elsewhere. I come forward with my crime of killing twelve lovely girls just to make them dolls for my own pleasure.

It's now past midnight, and through the wet city of New Orleans, I walked to that same river. I had a drink in a hand, and cyanide on the other, which I borrowed from the lab.

Mother, this is for you. Your only son wasn't gifted at all. I later discovered that. If my happiness killed young souls, spreading nothing but despair, I acceptingly will join them. Maybe I'll meet her once again. Thought I feel guilt that I will be taking the silent death. I do not deserve the easy way out. I know with my confession, I'll be arrested for murder and many other crimes. I must be punished! However, my guilt cannot compare to my longing desire to meet Sakura once again. So I might as well leave while I enjoy this drink alongside the river.