Shit.
I made this doll for you.
I saw it in your nightmare and I made it for you.
*whispering* It's not real.
But I am real.
See.
Oh...
I was wondering if I would ever see you again.
I thought you were...
Make believe?
If that were the case, why is this the first time you've come home in more than a decade?
It's not.
The first time doesn't count.
You sat outside in your car.
You made poor old Marla and Sheela walk out into the street to see you.
Poor mommy and her bad hips.
Don't talk about them.
Why not?
I lived with them much longer than you ever did.
That's because...
Of me?
Please, come closer.
Closer.
Closer still.
Have you been here all this time?
Where else would I be?
I thought you would have moved on to someone else
I... thought or hoped?
My, you've grown since last I saw you.
No, no, no need to be self conscious with me.
I'm the only one who ever accepted you.
All of you.
Scars and all.
They never really did.
It's not true.
It is true.
How they would always look at you...
A little disappointed.
Or was it disgusted...
like you could have become so much more.
Mommy's cookies.
Your drug of choice.
She used to bake a batch of those once week for you
in hopes you would show up unannounced.
I said don't talk about them.
Not like they were particularly nice to you.
That's because you made me seem...
It wasn't their fault.
Was it not?
You were very young, but as I recall, they hated your temper.
I said shut up.
Merely stating what you're thinking.
They told me that I was dreaming, that you weren't...
Real?
I was real.
I am real.
What are you?
You know what I am. Who I am.
You created me.
That's bullshit. You're lying.
No! I am unique to you. You and you alone made me.
You were born from every nightmare, every fear, every bad thought or deed
the more frightened you were, the greater I became.
You're not like I remember.
You... were so terrifying.
Now you just seem old.
Age, it cleans the soul.
I heard them talk about getting old.
How much they missed you.
How much they wished they'd seen you before they ...
passed.
I had hoped you would have come home.
But I understand why you didn't.
Why did you stay after I left?
For you to return to me.
I don't understand.
We all need...
sustenance.
Got it now?
Good.
So we can still have our fun.
This was never fun.
These little games you play.
You ruined my life, you isolated me till I had no one left.
You HAD ME!
Do you miss them?
Describe it to me.
Stop your sniveling and describe it for me.
What's it like!!!?
It's like I'm in this well with no bottom.
It's miserable.
You don't feel what I feel.
Yes.
That sickening tightness in your chest, despondent.
I haven't felt this in your since you decided to get rid of me.
I never did like dogs.
She protected me.
And where did that get her?
Or you, for that matter?
They put her down because of you.
They did, didn't they?
They thought your precious guardian had turned on you.
She would never do that.
I knew that. They fell for it so easily.
You barely slept for months after that.
I remember those tears, each and every one.
I will never forgive you for that.
I know.
But you hated them more.
Hated that they wouldn't believe you.
Hated that they took away your own protection.
Your only friend.
And I grew stronger.
I thought you were going to kill me.
You still don't understand?
Without you, there is no me.
Is that why you are so weak and pathetic now?
I am still here.
And I found ways to adapt, in your absence.
What do you mean adapt?
You left me with no choice.
But it did bring you home.
To me.
You bastard.
I did it for us!
No, you did it for you.
You, me. It's hard to tell where you begin and I end.
I am going to leave you here to die alone.
Perhaps I'll have to take you with me.
Fucking try it. Fucking try it because I'm not the same little girl who used to cower beneath the bed sheet.
You don't fucking scare me anymore.
My girl, do you feel that?
That place between fear and rage.
That anger with me, that's where I thrive.
Not for much longer, because if I die, you die!
Shall we put that to the test?
It's getting late, you should stay the night.
For old time sake.