Suite Nightmares

Is Insane The Right Word?

I got to school late that morning but, surprisingly, I didn't get in trouble. If only they knew what I've been though. I sat at my desk in the back of the class and got my pencil from inside it. It's my special pencil, I got it when mom came home from work one day. It was black and white and had the company name and logo on it.

Class started and my teacher, Mrs. Dole, said 'good morning' to us. The first subject was writing, which was my favourite thing to do, other than reading to my Foxy plushy and Puppet. Speaking of which I should probably get back to doing that, it might get my mind off the nightmares and calm me down. Why have I not thought of that? It's a possibility that it's from how much sleep I was getting... not enough! It's now or never, I guess.

There was a firm tap on my shoulder that startled me from my thoughts. I looked at my arm to another arm and followed it up to the face of Mrs. Dole. She had a concerned look in her eyes.

"You're not paying attention like you usually do, Sam," she said, lowering her arm, "Is there something wrong?"

I shook my head and got out my work.

"No Mrs. Dole," I replied, "I'm fine."

"Well if you need to talk to someone, I'm always at my desk. Or you could ask to see the guidance teacher. Just let me know, alright?"

I nodded and she left to go back to the front of the classroom. Forget the guidance teacher, I don't think they'll understand.

About 15 minutes later, Mrs. Dole announced that we were changing subjects. She told us that we were moving on to math. Today, we were reviewing how to add 2 and 3-didget numbers, pretty simple... for me anyways. While I was flying through my worksheet, some of my neighbours were having some trouble. Then I thought it would be nice if I helped a little, I love helping others. I slide out of my seat and walk over to the girl sitting next to me.

"Hey," I said quietly, "Would you like some help?"

When she turned around to look at me, I realized who she was... Taylor Gordon, the meanest girl in school... at least to me. Mostly because she knows about the incident and has made fun of me ever since I went back to school.

"What do you want, freak?" she spat.

I backed away slowly until I bumped into someone else... her brother Dylan. I know where this is going and luckily, Mrs. Dole was out of the room. I know that seems like a bad thing, but for me it's fine, I've been through worse and to be honest, I really don't want adults to get involved. Taylor got out of her chair and took my notebook off my desk.

"Hmm, let's see what you've been working on, shall we?"

I tried struggling against Dylan's grip, but got nowhere.

"Hey, that's mine! Give it back!" I shouted.

She ignored me and opened the book up to todays work. he worst thing that happened was... she decided to read it out loud.

"Last night it happened again, the animatronics came to my house! Candy was in the bath tub again so I shinned my flashlight at him. Then my light started to glitch and the next thing I know, he was gone. I also looked in my walk-in closet and found Bonnie the Bunny from Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. He was facing the wall; away from me so I walked away.

"Then I heard stomping from outside my room so I looked out there. When I did I found Freddy himself walk away. My flashlight was going out again so I went to go get my batteries that Grandpa gave me. But they were gone! Then..."

She stopped and read ahead to herself.

"Hold on... you mean to say that you heard child laughter," Taylor asked when she was done, "Ever think that the laughter was yours from how stupid this it? The teacher said to be realistic to match your life. You're crazy if you think this is believable. Ha! Your Grandparents should send you to an asylum; save the trouble of raising you."

I was already in tears from anger, sadness and embarrassment. But I can't say it wasn't my fault. Dylan let go of me and I lost my balance; now on my hands and knees. I looked up to Taylor still holding my book. Then she did something horrible... she started ripping the pages out of my notebook. Every piece of my hard work slowly made their way to the floor. When she was done, she tossed the plastic behind her and walked away; Dylan and her group following behind. The class was over anyway and I kept wondering where Mrs. Dole went.

It was recess and I was outside by myself with Foxy on the swing set. I was telling him abut my past nights and what happened during class. If he wasn't a stuffed animal, I'm sure he would tell me kind words and disagree with me being crazy. Although I do sometimes think of myself as crazy from talking to a plushy for a long time, but I think I'm okay. I'm only 10 after all and I don't feel like growing up any time soon. As I was swinging, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a group of boys surrounding the swing I had placed Foxy in. I came to a sudden stop when one of them picked up my plushy and they all started laughing. They saw me and held him up where I couldn't reach.

"You actually like this place?" the blonde boy asked, "I heard children were murdered there by a man. He worked the day shift; probably still works there now, since he wasn't arrested."

He pushed me to the ground and gripped one of his hands on Foxy's ear.

"Do you know what happens to toys when they get old? They get destroyed!"

And with that he yanked on the plushy's ear and it ripped off; leaving a fluff of stuffing in its place. My eyes grew wide at the sight of my only friend getting ripped. The blonde threw the broken toy back at me and put the missing ear into his pocket.

"You won't be needing this," he said, "He's withered now."

Then him and his friends walked away, leaving me to cry.

The bus ride home was the same scenario as the school day was; everyone was pointing and laughing or whispering about me. I just tried to ignore them and cuddled the Foxy plushy, despite him having no left ear. Grandma might be able to fix it but that might be difficult without the original that the blonde boy stole. I'm sure she'll figure something out, she always has a plan. Don't worry Foxy, I'll get you fixed. You'll be new and improved and most definitely, unique.

When I was walking down the isle once the bus stopped in front of my house, most of the kids kept pushing me and calling me names. More ones along the lines of idiot, crazy and insane; all because of Taylor. When she left me in the classroom, she went to go find all her other followers, which is technically the whole school, and spread the news about my work. I guess that's how blondey found me and tore up Foxy as well. Now everyone thinks that I should go to a school of crazy people to help get my mind fixed. The thing is that it was real, but I have no way of proving it to everyone, unless I somehow got a camera and recorded the whole thing. Then again, they'll still think I'm crazy.

When I got inside my house I went to the stairs to go to my room. Once there I spotted Grandma in the room, tidying up. I made my way to my bed and jumped onto it; tossing my backpack to the side. Grandma looked up from what she was doing and came over to me.

"So dear, how was school?" she asked.

I looked at her then faced downwards. She put her arm around me and squeezed me closer to her slightly.

"Not so well, huh?"

I nodded.

"Care to tell?"

I started off simple, or at least as simple as I could get.

"Am I insane?"