Baby project - Short Story

This story is for a competition. If you liked this make sure to read the Baby Project by droppedjem

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Written from the point of view of the baby

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I was made for a reason.

To simply teach teenagers the importance of caring for a baby.

I remember my first day on the job, I was sitting in a box, I could hear the groans of children echoing around the room and the ticking of the clock. I could hear the class hamsters wheel squeaking, as it went round and round...

I was pretty sure, If I had a heart and not just a recording device and a bunch of wires it would be racing like mad. I was excited and thrilled that finally I would be starting my destiny and fate to teach children. I had no doubt this was what I was meant to do.

That changed though.....

As soon as the box was opened, children's hands reached into the box, grabbing at us like the last cookie in a jar, right at that moment I was terrified. Little did I know, this occasion was nothing compared to what I would go through.

The first partners who had me were evil! I was sure of it.

They never failed to stuff me in their school bag full of mould, old food leftovers and homework, leaving me to suffer alone.

After three days of this, I decided to bring out the big guns and start to scream for food. I had been going easy on them before this, as they were teenagers, but if they can remember to flick their hair every morning into the Beiber style or remember to use the "my dog ate my homework" excuse to get out of homework everyday, surely they could remember to feed me?

So I screamed as loud as my electric lungs would let me, yet they just left me, wailing into the night. I kept going though. Eventually I knew my batteries would die, but at that moment all I had wanted was for them to wake up and feed me.

I regret it now, because the next thing I knew someone was storming into the room they had left me in and hurling me out the window and incase you didn't know, they lived in multi story's flats and we were on the 25th floor.

I wished that I could turn myself off sometimes, shut down my system, to block out the pain. Though I knew this fall would hurt me more mentally than physically because I had failed.

Someone had threw me away because I didn't do my job right.

When I did hit the floor all I felt was betrayal and hurt and the thought that I was not only awful at my job I was also in need of dramatic plastic surgery to fix my newly deformed face.

I lay there all night, staring at the stars. I decided that day, the universe was not my friend. If the universe was so great, why would I be lying here?

Eventually when light returned and the hustle and bustle of the day returned, my two owners picked me up and stared at me saying words that I can not repeat but lets just say, it needs to be censored and I have no confidence in humanity anymore.

The next people who had me, gave me similar treatment, of course after 15 years of employment I had had a couple nice people look after me.

I am no gossip, but being a baby does have one advantage, I get to know all kinds of secrets. Everyone always confides in someone with a baby, even if its made out of plastic with glass eyes which will never close.

One day though, someone called Kale and Rory came to look after me. I could see they were disappointed they got me, the deformed, mentally scarred baby, with a cry so over used it screeched like a fire alarm in pain, but most of the time they did feed me, a couple of times they did forget, but they were young, they did better than most people their age.

Kale and Rory have some kind of connection, I know it. I wish they would get on and admit their feelings and stop pretending they hate each other. It's fooling nobody. I hate Julian, he's one of the boys chasing after Rory, he had looked after me a few years back, he was awful. He had more girlfriends than people on earth, and had a soul made of coal, he treated girls so nice at first but after a few weeks of dating then he would snap them, break them to pieces, beating away their confidence, pride and happiness. He ended every relationship with a smug smile from him and a hysterical cry from her.

He was evil and I hoped that Kale would admit his feelings to Rory before it was to late.

I was sad when Rory and Kales assignment had finished. They got a A which they deserved. Though while they were out celebrating their grade, I was thrown back into a dusty old box, waiting for another year to come around when the pain would return again.

The box might seem like heaven after the baby project sessions, but I found it worse.

Being trapped in that box for years really messes with your head and it reminds me too much of home. Too many of my friends had been lost in this programme from bad treatment and I couldn't bare it.

I longed to be back at the factory when I was freshly made and nice ladies tested me out, by looking after me in there lovely big homes. Those were the best days of my life. When no one forgot to feed me, and I was burped and played with too. Of course I had to cry a little, because it was my job, but I always made sure I was not too hard on them.

But for now I will just have to grin and bare life and just wait until on one awful day my engines will finally blackout and someone will throw me away into the dump with most of my friends.

The End

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