Daisy (Eng)

Daisy

I was very young when my mother gave me a stuffed rabbit. I always loved her with all my strength, for what she represented (my father affectionately called me bunny before he died, because of my teeth) and for her light pink and white fur, my favourite colours. She had the power to calm me down. I called her Daisy. I love this name, it reminds me of my favourite cartoons.

Daisy became my best friend. Even now, at my 8 years old, I still carry her everywhere... except to school. My mother forbade me and I understood her reasons. Kids my age can be very cruel and I didn't want her to get dirty either.

I got home and, like every day, I went straight to my room, where Daisy usually was. But her place on the bed was empty. Like an arrow, I went downstairs and found my mother in the kitchen. I asked her if she had put the bunny to wash, to which she replied that she hadn't even touched the animal today, except when she made my bed. I despaired.

I looked with my mother all around the house, but I couldn't find her. She shouldn't be far away, after all, she didn't acquire the ability to walk like that out of nowhere. There was no sign of her and that's when my eyes hit the doll my dog ​​likes to nibble so much, that I got the idea to check out her doghouse.

My palms start to sweat, but I don't think about it. I grab the back door handle and get out. I walked out, afraid my suspicions would be confirmed. Every step made me shiver. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it wanted to get out of my body. I stopped pacing when I see Phoenix, the dog, lying in her bed, sleeping, with Daisy by her side, gutted. Her furry white belly, now empty, wide open. Cuffs of stuffing surrounded Phoenix's bed. Some were carried by the wind to the small forest near the house.

In an impulsive act, I grab a large rock from the garden and hit the animal on the head, which squeaks in agony. I held her so she wouldn't move away from me and checked to see if my mother heard anything. Without any suspicion of it, I repeated the process until the body had run out of life. With one of the badly eaten bones that Phoenix left unattended, I cut open the now dead animal's body. I grimaced at the scent of blood. I opened her stomach and took out all the stuffing she had swallowed, putting it back into the poor rabbit.

I ripped out the rest of the corpse's guts, soft and strange in consistency. I even liked the feeling. The flesh was tender and still spasming from muscles that hadn't yet stopped working. I look up my surroundings and had an idea. Calmly, I walked around the house and grab two of the pillows that were on the porch. I opened them with the help of the bone with which I ripped the dog's body. It still had her blood on. I do the same to Phoenix as I did to Daisy and draged her body, heavy and lifeless, with Daisy resting on top. It was heavy but nothing I couldn't handle. The trail of blood stained the green grass in the garden. I pushed open the door where I came out and find my mother cooking.

She screams in pure horror as she sees me enter the house with the animals, completely covered in blood, and realizes what I've done.

"Can you sew them for me? " I asked, excitedly. Now I would have two cuddly toys.