There is this little shop, somewhere in the corners of old China, where you can find dozens of dolls, similar to me, waiting inside a box patiently untill some pick them up from the shelf.

I wasn't bought there, though. I managed to escape from the grubby hands of the evil, fat and heartless men that manipulate the toys, because I did not want to be sold. I wanted to chose my own home.

But it was hard to find one... People would treat me like a toy, play with me and then throw me inside a wardrobe to waste, where I only had the spiders to talk to. I tried to make friends with the spiders, but soon I got bored because spiders can't talk much - their silence is their way to survive. So I kept searching, finding closed doors, mean, careless children, stupid adults and evil hearts wasting blood out. I was alone and it was so cold.

Then while I was wandering alone in the night, through other children nightmares, I saw this strange little girl, with a heart as sad as black. I realized then I never had eaten a black heart before, so I turned to her and asked if she would let me eat it.

She nodded, and I was glad enough to open my peachy pink mouth to swallow it. But then she simply placed a kiss in my open mouth and opened her tiny, skinny arms for me. It was the first time someone gave me some affection. Maybe it was because she needed me as much as I, as I would soon realize, needed her.

We're friends, mum and daughter, sisters and lovers since then. I love her to bits. But I never gave up on eating her heart.

One day...