Not really creepy, but I tried
-Niels
I like my little dolls. I like playing with them, taking care of them, feeding them. Well, pretending to feed, at least. Dolls can't really eat, after all. I also like dressing them into different outfits. They look so cute in them!
My parents didn't like my dolls as much as I did, especially when I became older. I had to really use all I had to persuade them to buy me another one. I always did, though, eventually. Dad once tried taking them away from me, telling that I had way too many, and if he would throw some of them away, I wouldn't notice. But I did! I was really angry. I started lashing out and causing havoc, until I accidentally kicked one of my dolls. Dad bent down in pain, like something hit him in his belly. We had to call a doctor to help him. My mom found the dolls and returned them next morning. My parents didn't touch my dolls ever since. And it's right. These are my dolls, and no one is allowed to take them away from me.
I don't know why people dislike my dolls so much. I don't like those people. Dolls are much better to play with. People that don't like them are just jerks. Like that bully in elementary school. He took my doll, and then threw it out of the school window. I would've been mad, if I, along all my classmates, wasn't so shocked at wounds and bruises that appeared on the bully himself. He screamed in pain, it must've hurt really bad. But he deserved it, so no big deal.
Now I already left the school and my parents' house. I still like my dolls though. They help me a lot, especially in dealing with jerks. It really doesn't matter, what happens, it always helps. After all, there are a lot of jerks in the world, so I better gather as much dolls as I can to face them head on.
