I started existing when she wanted me to exist.
I woke up when she wanted me to wake.
I ate what she wanted me to eat.
I did what she wanted me to do.
I said what she wanted me to say.
I thought what she wanted me to think.
I felt what she wanted me to feel.
I will die when she decides she wants me to.
I depend upon her
She is my creator
I am just her slave
Her creation
Myself, I am nothing
Just a scribble of words on paper.
Unable to even breathe if she doesn't want me to.
I'm whoever she decides me to be.
Whatever she wants me to be.
She can turn me into a child or she can make me ancient. She can give me a long nose and tail if she wants me to.
She has the power
I have nothing
Not even a name
I've been changed from Isabella to Caroline to Vivienne, Ludivec, Hayley and Serene.
I've been homeless and adopted and a murderer. A drug addict and psychopath escaped from isolation.
I've been ranged from existing as a vampire to a goblin and a ghost.
But in fact, I am a nothing.
I'm not true. I'm a lie.
A figment of her imagination.
A paper character
A written...
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