Teddy

Once upon a murder...

First of all, thank you for reading this story. I hope you will like it. :D Though it will be a little sick. I have plenty of ideas to use (evil laugh).

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On a shiny, meaningless day I went to sleep. That's where my story started, under a baby blue blanket. Yeah, I remember that dream well enough. The sky was not its usual light shade, but very dark, almost black. The stars were huge and angry red, I could see the fresh paint on them, and sometimes huge paintdrops fell to the ground, making it look like the stars bled. Like they were sad. Actually they couldn't feel. I couldn't feel. My whole life didn't have a meaning. There wasn't anything I wanted to do. There wasn't a sole thing exciting enough. I watched the clock. I have always watched it, praying for time to pass. But it didn't matter how it passed, time never ended. The boredom remained.

It annoyed me, that I couldn't reach the stars, so I went to a huge ladder, somewhere in the middle of ...well, I don't remember what, but it was in the middle. Dreams are like that, even an endless space can have a middle.

I climbed up, but somewhere halfway recognised, that instead of the sky, the ladder leads to a small, gray cloud.

- Hello. - I almost fell down, when the huge teddy bear in front of me spoke. I knew that bear. He was "Teddy". My best friend from my childhood. The only one who would listen to my problems without interruption.

- Hello. - I answered. - Why are you so huge? And why are you alive?

Teddy's plush lips curved into a smile. - I am not alive, I am you. The question is: why are you alive? Do you have a specific reason?

Well.. .- I couldn't answer that right away. Thinking about it: I didn't. I didn't have one at all. Life was, like, it was gray. A huge dark room without colors.

- No.

- I knew that you would say that - Teddy nodded. - Should I give you a reason than?

- What? - the bear's behaviour confused me. How would he do that? - How could you...

- I can. So should I give one?

- Yeah, please. - I answered, though I doubted that he can really do it. I mean: to give a meaning, that's something huge for a small existence such as myself in this huge universe. And something too big for a small Teddy to accomplish, even if it suddenly becomes two meters tall.

Teddy hid his hands behing his back. - Which one do you choose? Left or right?

- Umm...I hate this game. Left?

He showed me what he held in his hands. In the right, there was my heart. It was beating out of pace, like it's very excited. It was undoubtedly mine, I just knew. I wonder how it left my body.

- This would mean love. - Teddy said. - It means coping. It means dying and staying alive thanks to that.

- And the other?

- Well, that one is more interesting. - Teddy grinned as he reached out his left hand, covered with soft, brown fur. There was a bloody kitchen knife in it. - You chose killing. Someone has to die for you to live. But it won't be you, Audrey. It will be the world.

I stared at the knife. Maybe I am not really sane - was what I thought.

- Do you except me to use that? - I asked. - I liked chopping up onions, but that's all. I did it because I enjoyed the tears. Killing someone is another thing. Humans are not vegetables.

- Sweety, I am you. You except yourself to do this. You can be free. You chose the knife.

- But I...I just chose on a whim. - I said, a little angry, that he makes me responsible for this decision.

- You didn't. You know you didn't - laughed Teddy. A dark smile appeared on his cute face, making it scary. He gave me the weapon. - Wait and see. You will need that.

- I doubt it.

- You will see...-he started, but than suddenly the cloud disappeared, and Teddy went with it. I was alone, in my bed. Well, it surely was a very strange dream. I heard shouting from outside. Great, some drunkard just had to stay awake and disturb somebody else's sleep.

I got up and went to eat breakfast. I couldn't care less about changing my clothes or brushing my hair. I finished, and than continued with my perfectly normal morning. With my perfectly normal day, and an evening, that was just the same. Someting ached inside of me. Not my body, not the heart. The heart..."it means dying and staying alive thanks to that" - was what Teddy said. Yeah, I was slowly dying, and I didn't even notice that before. I went to the kitchen and pulled out the drawer in which we put cutlery. There was the knife. Just the same as the one in my dream. He said I choose it out of my free will. I grabbed the knife. Is there really a choice? Could I do something else? Could I find something I enjoy? Is it not possible? Questions, and more questions. I had an answer. I shouldn't wait any longer.

Our family's cat, Caramel, appeared next to me. I didn't hate cats, except this one. She was ugly, and had a very bad personality. She would hiss at me occasionally, then go to my mom, and pretend to be a little angel, that she wasn't.

I looked at the knife, than at Caramel. "Do you except me to use it? You except yourself to use it. " Well, I needed that. So that something would happen, so that I would have something to hide.

- Caramel, you will die for me tonight. - was what I said. And that's how Teddy, the killer was born. It started with a cat. But it continued with humans. That night Caramel, the cute pet disappeared. By the time the King family woke up, she was buried deep in the garden's soil, her grave known only by the flowers.

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So? How was it? Please comment. :) And be honest. I have kitchen knives to defend myself. ;)