Do you ever get the feeling that you’re so close? That one step is all it’ll take for you to get it? That you’ve taken several steps, but the last one is the hardest?
I do. All the time.
However, it hasn’t been working out so well lately. Too many eyes. Too many people. Too much security.
I need to get my doll out before it’s too late.
I’ll protect her. I’ll bathe and wash her. I’ll feed her.
And eventually, she’ll realise her fate has always been with me.
She’s wasted her life enough on people who don’t deserve her. I do.
In fact, I always have.
I deserve her more than she deserves life.
I have to act fast because the other one is picking up on what I’m trying to do.
The plan is already in motion. I just need to get all the annoying things, called people, out of the way.
No one gets between me and my doll.
My art.
My masterpiece.
