My normality, any control I thought I had, disappeared with Mei. Once my citadel, the penthouse is now a haunting reminder of her. And even considering returning to the estate makes the creature flare to life, but not in anxious anticipation as before. No, now the place I used to indulge my darkest urges, where many suffered at the edge of my blade, has become a taunting reminder. Because my deadly beautiful doll isn't there.
Glancing at myself in the mirror, my reflection knowingly mocks me with reminders of who and what I really am.
A monster wrapped in a cute package.
"Don't you see," I cry, gripping the gun tighter. "There were never monsters under my bed." A solo tear slips over my blood-stained face. "No, they stood in bright daylight. They sat at the dinner table, tucked you into bed, called you daughter." Curling the right side of my mouth, I snort. "They dress you up, call you their doll, and make you think that shit is normal," I shout, holding the gun steadily on his chest.