I have always found something so compelling about nails. Nails can be a symbol of beauty, painted in vibrant reds and pinks, and extended as long as one pleases. Although sometimes they could be seen as a weapon, often depicted in ghost hunting shows, that are meant to scare you, with a mysterious paranormal entity that takes their nails, and scratches them down their victim's backs, leaving long rose-colored scars, to show that they have bad intentions. I see them as all, or nothing. You could use your nails to your advantage, or you could take advantage of the power that your nails hold, and completely disregard the weapons right at your fingertips. We take our nails for granted, that something seemingly so fragile and weak, could kill someone with a few scratches in just the right places. This always intrigued me, and thus I took it upon myself to craft the perfect set of nails. After my 5th birthday is when the killings began. It started off as just some innocent fun. I would cut off the nails of my sister's dolls after she fell asleep, or I would carefully extract the long, sharp, claws of my fathers hunting prey. By that point, I had found a nice place under my mattress, so I could store my collection, which was held in small mason jars. However this innocent child’s play didn't last long, and soon I began to crave more. As my obsession grew, I wanted to find the perfect blend of long, sharp, and pointy claws that would fit in perfectly with my ever-growing collection. So I began to set my animal traps in the woods behind my house. Every night after my parents went to sleep I would take whatever animal I had caught during the day, and slice open their fingers, or paws so that I could extract their talons, and as the years passed and my collection grew larger, my nightly extractions became routine. Around when I hit the age of 60, is when something shifted inside of me. I had dedicated my entire life to my collection, which was now hidden in a loose floorboard, right before my kitchen stove. I realized that not only did I want to create the perfect set of nails, I wanted to wear the set of nails that I had created, and to do so, I needed to extract the best human fingernails that I could find. So I spent the next five days tracking down every hand model in the San Francisco area, so I could cut off their fingers and saw off their fingernails, one nail at a time. By the end of the week, I had completed my mission. 

  It was time to prepare for surgery.