In a dimly lit room in a large,old villa, a man was tied to a chair; gazing with lifeless eyes towards his fiancé.
The rooms thick,old curtains were stained with dried blood, the floor of the room was covered in wood chippings. Among the wood chippings,lay bits of broken glass from all the beer bottles she had smashed on those occasions when she failed to create a wooden doll out of her fiancé.
Her fiancée had cheated on her, despite of how much she loved him. So she wanted to create a doll out of him– an obedient one that would never run away from her, cheat on her and only look at her.
Now under the dim bulb, a crazy woman's face lit up;her eyes shone with obsession and a maniac like grin spread on her face as she hugged the body of her dead fiancé.
She had ripped off his skin and stuck wood on the raw flesh, of course, her fiancé screamed. But that was his punishment for loving someone else.
She untied the ropes with excitement and the moment she had ripped off all the ropes, her doll fell on her lap.
"We shall celebrate on this joyful occasion, honey"
Saying so she got up to bring some wine to enjoy on the occasion of turning her lover into an obedient doll.
As shs was returning back to her room, what greeted her was her doll, grinning broadly with an inexplicable evilness in its eyes. And there was that axe in his hand, with which she had chopped the wood to create her masterpiece.
But at the moment, she was terrified of her own creation. As she tried to back away from the horrible doll, she stumbled upon a table and within a split second, the axe had smashed her head into pieces.
The lady dropped down dead on to the dusty floor. The doll grinned again and using the fresh blood that dripped from his creator's head to write the words ' I Win' on her dull, white coat.
The hinges of the doll creaked as he went out to the street in the dead of the night.
This story is about how suicide works. The root causes of suicide are negative emotions and depression. These are portrayed in the doll in this story, for in the end, the negative emotions which rise in our minds end up being the cause of our death. Just like the lady who was killed by her own doll.
So all I want to say is that stay positive (obviously not covid positive) despite of how dreary life becomes. I know that sometimes we feel so inclined to give up on life and saying something is always easier than practising it, but I hope you remember this story and don't let your negative emotions get the better of you.
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