Broken Toys

Tinkerbell

I was walking along the beach processing everything that had passed in the past few days.

I had spent the pat three says on the road which would make it Monday of the following week after I woke up. A week since I had come "back to life" and I wanted to go back into a-coma to get away from the heat here.

I was almost moved into the boat house.

My uncle owned a small two story beach house with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and porch on the first story and a bedroom, guest bedroom, and two bathrooms on the top floor.

He also had a mini guest house, it was a boat house. It was small and cozy. It had a large window facing the beach, the room was a light blue. The comforter was dark blue and there was a hammock chair hanging along one of the sides. It was roomy enough but Drake had added on a small bathroom with a shower and a closet. It was big enough to fit everything but my large queen bed from home.

I loved the place as soon as he showed me the door. The door was pale peach and was a screen. I never had a screen in my room. It was always stuffy and here, it was like you were part of the air itself.

I stumbled over a piece of driftwood shaped like a star and bent to pick it up. There was an empty shelf on my wall, guess I found a hobby. What ever. It was getting late and Drake told me to come watch the sunset for the first time. It was supposed to be beautiful here seeing a perfect sun going down over a perfect ocean on an imperfect world.

I was holding my shoes singing softly to myself as I walked along the soft pure white sand. I was singing "Castle of Glass" by Linkin Park over and over as I walked further away from Uncle Drakes house. I stopped to pick up a perfect shell the size of my outstretched hand. "I could put the drift wood in it," I thought distantly to myself.

Suddenly, I herd a small high pitched grunt. It was more of a whimper coming from the dunes to my left as I skipped and kicked sand. "What the heck!?" I said out loud. A small bark emanated from the tall grass. I dropped my shoes an set down my treasures and walked over. I pulled the tufts of sparse grass away and was met with a sad sight.

The saddest puppy I had ever seen looked at me with brown clouded eyes. The poor thing had "Broken" practically branded into her gaze. She whimpered and shook looking up at me. I squared down to her level and tentatively reached my hand down.

She leaned away for a moment debating weather it was worth the risk to let me help her or not. I rubbed her ears and hummed softly a slow lullaby hoping to calm her down. The little girl (I noticed), limped the foot and a half over to my other hand and climbed into my lap. She was a small golden retriever and reminded me of something small and dainty. Like a fairy. "Tinkerbell" I thought to myself and them repeated it out loud. She licked my hand and I scooped her up.

I started to sing out loud the lullaby I had been humming and she dosed off in my hands as I retrieved my shoes and treasures from earlier. I stepped into my room and set her on the floor. She had woken up in the past few minutes as I walked quickly walked home.

Home. I was still getting used to that, calling the beach my home. so different from up north, yet so much happier too. I can't remember the last time I had felt this happy, and now, looking at Tinkerbell, I felt even happier.

I laid out two towels in top of each other and put a large throw pillow underneath and se walked over and curled up.

"Aww, sweetie, you sleep for a while until I can figure out what to do with you, but don't worry I'm making him let me keep you as long as you get along with Bowser." She sighed and kept sleeping.

Bowser is Drakes old Bassett hound. He was an old dog with a deep bark and was half blind on his left side. He had been around since I was born and Drake lived him to pieces.

Bowser howled at me when I walked into the porch and then to the house and I pat his head. "That's right boy, get those bad guys." Drake called from the sofa. He was watching sports on television.

"What's up kiwi?" He asked and turned his head around so he could see me. I looked at him then down at my feet.

I stuttered for a moment then cleared my throat and spoke up, "Uncle Drake, there was a puppy on the beach, a stray, and she was so small an helpless.... I had to grab her! He didn't bite me or even fight when I pet her. She needs a vet really bad and I know your friend is one and does stuff cheaper so could we take her in? I mean as in can I keep her? I'll take care of her I promise and ill make sure she gets along with Bowser an doesn't bother you I swear!" I pleaded.

He had turned off the T.V. and gotten up and shuffled over to me as I spoke. I was beer tears and wasn't sure why I cared so much about Tink but I did.

He scratched the back of his neck with his hand and looked from Bowser at my side back to me. "As long as the little girl gets along with Bowser, I see nothing wrong with it. Just let me give Jeff a call." He answered.

I jumped at him nearly knocking him over in the process of my bear hug. Smiling like an idiot I pulled off and pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you so much! She is adorable I promise and she will love Bowser I swear!" I chirped giddily.

I ran out the door and to my room a few meters away. I slowed down upon reaching my room. She perked up hearing the door open and awoke.

"Here girl!" I called and she trotted over and sat down at my feet looking up expectantly. I scooped her up and grabbed one of the towels, walked over to where Drake was in the car and we were off. Me still smiling.

I got to keep Tinkerbell!

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I am so sorry it has been forever I am a horrible (busy) person. School ended and the musical started and phew a lot has happened. I hope you like this an thank you so much for reading as usual! Love you all!

*emily