Until Mommy Returns
He stood in his room looking down at old photos of his friends. Those were fun times He thought to himself. He was tall and a bit chunk but nothing over 20 pound overwieght. His hair was freshly cut and his eyes round. With every passing second his eyes swelled and his chapped lips quivered. "Where are you" he asked to no one, A tear fell on the picture. He wiped his tears and walked sadly over to bed grabbing a Blue Eyed little dog made from yawn, It's Body white, and ears blue. He hugged hard making the stuffing peek out from the large yaen knits. "I loved you all so much, and now, What do i have to show for it except for this damn toy" his voice was raspy from crying and every word hurt. He stared into the little toys eyes. "Can you help me? can you take me back to those days? I don't want to be alone" he pleaded to the toy holding close again.
"No" it said. It's mouth didn't move, and neither did any other part of it. It was a disombodied voice that rung through his ears like a roar.
"What?"
"You heard me, You can't have your friends back, You know what it mean to come to me in the first place" It said it voice incredibly deep for a small blue eyed toy.
"Please?" he pleaded with it, crying his eyes out.
"NO, Unless" "UNless what?!" he screamed in desperation.
"Your life, Give me your life, let me become you and you can return with your friends"
"No, I...I can't do that" He said regret boiling in his mind.
"Come on, It's easy you know where everything you need is" it said. It's voice was smooth and discrete.
"No" He said wiping his nose."It's bad enough you took all of them from me" He began to cry again.
"Look at you, what the ******** is wrong with you, crying like a baby" The toys voice remained in a deep tone. it's word were smooth and flowed perfectly in the river of the boy's mind.
"SHUT UP!" he screamed.
"Why don't you make......" the voice stopped and faded slowly.
A woman Voice took over "AWwwwww shh shh it's okay baby" she said picking up the boy. "The pictures are back see just turn the page" she said in her calming voice, the kind of voice only a loving mother could have.
The boy cooed and smiled shoving his face into his mother chest"I love my mommy" he said to himself. HE couldn't speak seeing that he was merely 6 months old and hadn't even had his fist tooth yet. They toy was never seen again.
Skreemin · Fri Mar 02, 2007 @ 04:42am · 0 Comments |