The Puppet -chloe

Who knew that all I had been seeing was fake. Who knew that we were all just strings and
stuffing. They knew. But I didn't. I needed my revenge...
I made my way off the stage lept over to the couch with my strings
following behind me. There I heard a loud snore, a grumbling noise coming from the bedroom
door. I saw him the one who had controlled me, used me as a toy, and soon would regret it. I
shattered the mirror with my plastic hands quickly grasping the sharpest peice and as the glass
shattered to the floor the grumbling stopped. the sheets rustled. I slid under his bed with my
strings behind me. He will see me again soon. Off the stage.