piers.

I wake up and see myself tied up on a hook and nailed to the wooden wall. I'm like in a store room. I see others like me.They all had names sewed on their stomachs and mine is piers.I have a small body and made of threads. There's rice and finger nails fulled my body.The mantra that a mysterious guy had sang to me made me breathe and alive.He is my maker. I am a voodoo doll..

I am frightened.The other dolls were nailed against wall too. some stuck needles on their body. some got on the eyes. But the main part is, the heart. Most of them were stabbed on that area and I fear if i am next in line. I try swinging my body to escape from the hook. I struggle and swings harder. luckily,the hook was slightly loosen so it got easier to escape from. And when the hook fell,including me, I run towards the door but something else knock on my mind. Its better to let the others free as well. well, the ones that still alive obviously..

I climb the old wooden cabinets to escape the others. Before I reaches the fourth voodoo doll,the door banged open. Me and the others froze. we lay down to sneak from the man.

"thats the barnacle who created us.." the voodoo doll named Jensen said. lowered his voice. I noticed a tattoo on his right arm. My eyes widened. I quickly pull out a screw hooked against the wall then aims it on my heart.

"what'r you doing lad??" Jensen whispered trying to stop me. But before he wanted to shove the screw from my bare hands, I stabbed myself directly to main part of a human body. I fall to the ground and so as the mysterious guy that created us to suffer innocent beings.

This my sacrifice. I might have saved hundreds of people. My head sticks on the ground. starring at the man and his tattoo. So long Piers..