12/7/14Unlike anything I had ever seen with my own eyeballs.
My eyeballs were frozen in complete fear. I was paralysed by the fear and agony that touched my soul. I wanted to run like a cheater making an escape, unfortunately I couldn't move at all because of the fear that struck me that day. I'm sure some of you have seen this on the news. "Mass murderer at large!" The TV would sometimes say. Some say the murderer was a man. Some say a woman, I say a toy.
Toys have been around my house for ages. Since kindergarten I've been playing with my toys since the beginning. Well I guess I'll have to say goodbye forever. Because last night. My toy had reconstructed itself. Once I had broken the arm off a poorly made Barbie Doll. But I never got to fix it. It just reattached its arm by itself. I couldn't believe my eyes, I was amazed by this performance I could hardly breathe.
I feel like my toys can talk. Sometimes when I'm alone I hear voices come from my room. "When will the day be here?" Some would say. "When we dissect.." Some others would say. Usually I would be to busy watching TV to listen to any of the junk they have to say. I regret it. Every step I take is misery. I'm 17 and I should stop making harsh violent mistakes. Back then it was me and the toys playing games. Now it's me alone with the toys chattering in one room talking about dissecting.
When ever I report the news to an adult they just simply say that they're in my own mind. I think I'm going insane. Not in a bad way, but I'm crazy. I mostly fear Mr. Teddy Bear. He's like a bear with a loose bow tie hanging from his neck. When I was 13 I got in a stage that I wanted to kill my lame toys. My bear was the first to get hanged on a noose. He survived somehow, and I regret it once again.
Back to the present now, as you can see. Im in terrible pain. One of my toys bit off my skin and kept it in their mouth. Others just violently pulled out my hair and teared it apart. My toys were sitting on my lonely top shelf and I had forgotten them for past years. That's when I noticed a terrible barking noise, I was attracted by the annoying noise and found myself looking at the shelf. All my toys were there including my toy bear. Years had past and I was starting to really get mad at my toys. I blamed them for breaking plates, game cartridges and even other toys.
"We've had enough.." I hear a small squeaky voice say. I black out.
I wake up to find myself lying on a bed with a doll eating my flesh and spitting it out. I scream in terror and try to stand up. They start getting to my insides, I try gasping for air but the doll is biting my insides like crazy. I keep screaming knowing that its useless. They start stuffing my body with some sort of fluff, I stand up and step on the doll and break it. That's when I spot something horrible. One of my lungs were there leaning on the wall with Mr Teddy Bear putting stuffing in it.
I scream even louder and I start crying. I make an escape from the room and run for the door that's down my new looking corridor. I reach the door and sign in relief.
That was dramatic and terrifying for me. My body still is in massive pain. Tears roll down my cheek in pain, that's when I spot 3 dolls near my feet.
"Ready for your daily appointment?" My dolls dressed up as surgeons say.