one day, ravished, the doll scarfed down the entire contents of her fridge, inhaling everything and anything that her small hands could touch afterward, the doll cried she called the monster and asked him to come over “what’s wrong?” he asked, when she let him in her apartment “i’m scared” she replied, still crying “what are you scared of?” “being fat…i ate so much” she sobbed, sinking to the floor the monster didn’t say anything, not sure what to say, or sure of what to say “i want to die” she said the monster scowled at her “i’m leaving” “why?” she looked up, her porcelain face tear streaked the monster looked away, avoiding her sad eyes “you are not thinking rationally” “please stay” she pleaded the monster couldn’t resist her sad eyes “alright” he comforted her as she crouched on the floor, resisting the urge to purge he felt helpless as she dealt with the demons inside of her