Thursday, March 26, 2015

Diary of a Mad Mother - January

by WisdomDeath

January 23, 2013
I didn’t feel like moving. I didn’t move even when the cops kicked the door open and rushed to where I was. Red. Red is what I remember the most. There was shouting too. They kept on asking me what happened. I told them the truth—the damn doll is defective. It was so noisy. It kept on crying. My baby needs sleep. I don’t want my baby to be disturbed from her peaceful sleep. Damn doll. 


  1. you know this is my kind of story! thank you baby a! :)

    1. Once in a while, my mind goes crazy. :D *EVIL LAUGH*


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