I'm Silent, but I'm Here for You.

I'm Silent, but I'm Here for You.

A teddy bear story :3 A teddy bear...a simple bear you'd think. Hopes, believes, loves ... but what do we see? Just a stuffed toy? A short story how a teddy bear's life goes from good to bad watching as it's owner gets older.

published on August 25, 201423 reads 15 readers 17 not completed

Emily?

Teddy bears...sewn with care, given to love, sometimes the only friends you have. I was created...and given away...to a lovely girl...who's life took a turn. Here is where I come into the picture.
~Owner at birth~
"Keep our baby safe...keep our baby warm...and most of all...keep our baby happy." The first time someone cradled me with care, was the first time I knew my job. Keep the child happy. "our little Emily"
'I'll be there every step of the way.' I thought as I got my first hug from the little baby girl.
~year five~
Emily would take me everywhere she could even school, and tell me everything. My little Emily, so sweet and caring. She would play with me just as any child would. She was the brightest and happiest I've ever seen her.
~year ten~
She stopped playing with me, but now I sit atop her bed. Hiding behind a pillow until needed. I'm just happy I'm still here for her. The pillow was removed from it's spot revealing me. Emily pulled me out and instantly hugged me almost to death.
"Why? Why do I get picked on? Why me?" She sobbed into my fur. "Why can't I just be left alone?" I felt like crying seeing her like this. She was so happy not to long ago. What can I do to make her happy again? Who changed my Emily?
~year fifteen~
I've moved from her bed to a shelf. She's struggled so hard with her life, She's been bullied horribly and her grades have gotten worse. This red liquid would pour from her arms, each time she has a shiny object with her, and that's the happiest I've seen her lately. Watching as she does this makes me feel horrible though. What is that liquid anyway?...and why does it make her so happy?
~the day after~
She brought me down from the shelf and she has an even bigger shiny object with her. The red liquid has already left her arms, And even more came with each steady move of the object. She began to speak...
"Why do they hate me? Those monsters...they did this to me. They did this to me." She cried. What monsters? What did they do? What can I do? Can I fight the monsters? Can I help at all? "Well they'll get what they want..." She hugged me, a sincere hug, one that I haven't had since she was little. "They'll get what they want..." She raised the shiny object to her throat and with one simple gesture she was gone...She fell to her side and the red liquid pooled.
An hour later she still hasn't moved, and her parents just got the door open. Right away her mother began to cry and her father got on the phone. Did I fail? I have no clue what's happening.
"Emily! Emily come on! Please?!" Her mother cried turning her over to see what her daughter has done to herself. Emily? My little Emily. What did she do? I was still in Emily's arms, the red liquid drying to my fur. Her mother looked at me with pity, but it soon turned to anger. "You where suppose to help my child!" She snatched me and threw me across the room. The red liquid flying with me.
"Wendy! What will blaming the bear do?!" The father grabbed her before she could do anymore damage to anything or herself. She squirmed out of anger and frustration but once again those emotions changed. Wendy fell to the floor crying into her hands. That day I knew I failed. I knew I failed Emily...Wendy was right...It's my fault.
~a week after that~
I now sat upon a stool along with some other things Emily held dear. Her unmoving body next to me in a rectangular box. Will I ever see her again? I really want to see my Emily. My owner. My friend. My family. I want to see her so badly. I want one of her hugs...one of her sincere hugs. Like when she was little...
Even though I was silent I was always there for you...Emily...
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Some people still care for you. No matter what happens...silent or not...their always there for you...you just have to look harder...If you've ever thought of suicide or have tried like me please know this...cause there will always be a silent one...
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DiamondTheHedgehog
This is SO SAD OMG
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on August 30, 2014
JeweledOwl812
AMAZING story! But it's too sad for me...(!
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on August 30, 2014
XxlunargirlxX
Waaaahh
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on August 29, 2014
XxlunargirlxX
Lol and right above comes an advertisement for stuffed teddy bears
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Minna25
oh gawd XD
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MockingjayDistrict
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Minna25
Yup...
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Minna25
I know right... I almost cried writing this...
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on August 25, 2014
MockingjayDistrict
That poor teddy bear! Poor Emily!
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McDermottsAngel
Great story!
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Minna25
Thank you
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CrystalWings
★★★★★
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Minna25
Thanks
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on August 26, 2014
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Angry_German_Kid
I rated 5 stars. I love it.
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Minna25
Thanks
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Sassy_Mime
TTnTT SO S-SAD...
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Minna25
yup...but it's for a good reason...
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