The Life Of A Ventriloquist

Journal Entry #11

Once I got back home, there he was. Just waiting for me. He knew I was going to be home. As soon as I seen that grin on his stupid little face, my body instantly tensed up in anger. Seeing him made my blood boil. The last thing I wanted was for him to be in my face.

"You little fucker!! How dare you hurt her?!! What did she ever do to you!!?" I screamed at him, not expecting him to reply. It felt like hours that he just stood there staring at me, laughing. His evil, little possessive laugh. It made me cringe. It made my back flex and my nose scrunch in anger. I clenched my fists, trying my hardest not to attack him. I knew I'd regret it. Then he spoke.

"Me, evil? No. I don't know what you're talking about. After all, none of this would have happened if you hadn't have tried to give me away! It's not my fault your little girlfriend, or should I say, fuckbuddy, got stabbed. All I was doing was minding my jolly little way. Having a little fun with a pizza guy. Then the fucker got away and told everyone. I'd still be home if it wasn't for him. If they hadn't have taken me from Kiko and Bobo. The only the friends I had. You? You aren't my friend. I don't kill my friends. Now your girlfriend, Annaleigh, right? Yeah, that sounds right. When she gets better, hoo man, I might just go visit her again. I mean, I never knew humans could be that good. You know what I mean? Anyway, just return me back to Mike if you want. But I guarantee you that you will regret it. Now I have to get on my jolly little way and uh, right, scare the shit out of you."

He ran before I could get a chance to catch him. The fuckers like the flash. And before I knew it, I was alone. Again. But I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. He didn't know humans were that good? What does he mean? I tried to pass it off.
For the next few days I didn't see him, but I went everyday to visit Annaleigh. Finally I seen her when she was awake. I went to the store and bought the one thing I knew she liked, white roses.
I sat beside her bed for hours when she creaked her eyes open. She instantly jumped, like she was scared of me.

"Shh shh, everything is okay. I'm not going to hurt you." I said.

"I know you won't. I can't tell you though, you'll think I'm crazy." She replied, trying to fake a smile and broke down. I instantly went and kissed her forehead and held her.

"I promise I've heard crazier." I said softly, trying to cheer her up, then I moved back to the chair. She lightly grinned, then her face went serious again and she looked down.

"W-well um...y--you see, your um...your um..your doll he...he got into my a-a-apartment. I don't know how but he-he did. I woke up to the feeling of my blanket slowly being pulled off of me. I looked up just in time for him to shove a rag in my mouth and tie it around my head. That's when I discovered that I was tied up. My hands, anyway. I swear he was really alive. He felt like a human. Then he...he um..he started to-to-to pull my um...my shirt up and....he started..r-rubbing me...and it went on and on and I was just terrified and he yelled at me that h-he was just trying to-to please me. Of course I tried throwing him off of me..and...well that when he..that's when he stabbed me. It felt excruciating. Then he continued and just kept pulling the ice pic out and jabbing it back into my stomach in different parts. I don't know how I made it out alive but I did. My neighbor broke down the door and as soon as he did the-th monster h-he jumped out of the window..I heard his laugh one more time before I passed out. I woke up in here and started screaming. I thought I was still there. The doctors ran in and calmed me down. That was when the aching of my muscles where they done the surgery to save me hit me and it hurt so bad I couldn't keep my eyes open. That's when I passed out again. I've just recently been able to stay calm enough to actually talk about it."

The anger was too strong. I couldn't take it. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. It was like the anger was controlling me. The more she asked me if I was okay, the more I just froze. The more the anger controlled me to the point of not moving. It was like I wasn't even controlling my body anymore. I got up and walked out the door, slamming it as hard as I could behind me.