The man after a another successful day finally sat down on his chair.
His young legs giving in for some moments. His straight back lying and molding in with his chair.
His brown eyes immersed into the TV screen.
He lift up his black shirt sleeves, as he reached out to eat a potato chip, lying on a table beside him.
As he continued watching the tapes, of his childhood memories, he would stroke his black hair, touch his pale white face, rub his temples, fold his long arms time to time and just eat, drink, sit back and relax.
"I DID IT!! HAHA ANOTHER ONE DONE!!" the voice of his from the TV came.
The man sighed as he took out the last tape and insert it in. Inside the TV, there was a boy, the man himself. Looking back he could see how weak he was. So frail, so innocent, so broken.
He filmed this tape for himself only.
Fate loves to play jokes.
Two people born out of the same womb, but yet one always best in everything, one who had nothing.
Nothingness surrounded him, often leading his mind wandering somewhere else, where he could find peace.
Scenarios, where he could relax and enjoy himself.
But only mistakes he would make.
More and more mistakes.
The child sob in pain, fear and anger dawned upon himself. A hatred he had towards himself.
In his hand was a doll, a really ugly one.
The doll was made brown fabric, had buttons instead of eyes and a black thread making a smile.
The left arm of the doll was torn. This time it won't be like that. The child began to explore. He wiped the tears of his face and began examining the doll. This time a simple mistake won't let him ruin his life for. He picked himself up, secretly crept downstairs and grabbed a sewing box his mother had kept inside a cupboard.
He began to explore the various needles and threads. He has seen many times his mother sewing, and it always looked easy, but it wasn't. For him, he would often poke his fingers, bleeding them out.
Despite of the cuts on his finger he didn't give up, and at 2:30 a.m. he did. It wasn't a great attempt, but it was still something. A smile, crept on his face, all the sadness he had fading away.
He finally did it, his first doll he finally sewed, it.
The man finally turned off the TV, and made his way back to his basement.
"Time to finish the work" he murmured to himself.
He picked himself up and moved around. Suddenly the work did not seem to much grey. It was in fact a nice home. He could've bought this house for himself.
Sadly things don't always go the way we want to.
Inside the kitchen were two bodies of couples lying next to each other.
"Oh boy, I made a mistake" he said, as he looked at the limbs which were torn off the body. It was something that would happen usually whenever he would black out.
He picked up the arms, and legs and made his moves.
A really long needle, and using a nylon thread, he started to sew the limbs back.
It was a tiring process but he had to make sure they won't find a mistake.
Finally around 2:15 a.m. he was done sewing, it wasn't that bad.
"Perfect" he said, before finishing up. Wiping the blood, using hydrogen peroxide, making sure to clean everything he touched, putting his tapes back into his duffle bag and most importantly destroying the TV, before he could leave.
He put on a mask and made his way to the backyard, and into the forest, which led to a open road. There he hopped inside his car and drove away.
Another success, no mistakes.