Suite Nightmares

Don't Be Scared...

Grandma froze and turned to look at me. She had the face of concern and it looked like she thought I was crazy, which makes sense of my prediction.

"What do you mean dear?" she asked me.

"Well, the mean girl Taylor read my notebook that had all my night experiences for the last few nights," I started, "When she finished she said I was crazy, ripped out all the pages and said you should send me to an asylum to save you the trouble of raising me."

Grandma suddenly got a shocked expression on her wrinkled face. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me in a tight hug. For a moment I thought she would choke me but she didn't get that far.

"Why would we ever do that? We will never get rid of you no matter how crazy they think you are; we love you too much to let you go."

I smiled in the hug and she eventually let go, standing up and walking to my bedroom door.

"Don't listen to what others say," Grandma told me, "They're just jealous that you have an amazing family. You a tough kid, Sam; you can handle any problem that comes your way... remember that."

And with that she left the room, shutting the door as well. Maybe she's right, I have nothing to worry about.

After a moment of lonely silence, I reached for my backpack and pulled it over to me. I unzipped the big pocket and lifted Foxy out.

"Hey Foxy," I greeted him, "You want to play with me?"

All I got in return was his big, bold, amber eyes staring into mine. I glanced at his missing left ear; smiling weakly.

"You're unique; I'll always know you're mine."

Foxy continued to stare at me, but his expression seemed different, almost as if telling me he doesn't like this and wants to be fixed. I laughed to myself.

"Alright fine, let's go get you a new ear."

I hopped off my bed, with Foxy in my arms and ran downstairs to find Grandma. The first place I found her was in the dining room, the place where she always goes to make a list, which should be helpful for me. I walked over beside her and looked at the paper she was writing on. It was one of those magnetic notebooks that people have on their fridge. Grandma then spotted me and put down her pen.

"What's up, Sam?" she asked me.

I looked down at my plushy and held it up for Grandma to see.

"Can you fix him?" I asked, "He asked me to."

"He asked you?"

"Well his expression told me he wanted it."

"Let me take a look at him then."

She took Foxy out of my arms and inspected him. She noticed the missing ear and gasped.

"Oh my goodness, Sam. What happened?"

I looked away and played with my fingers.

"A boy came over and ripped his ear off."

"I'll fix it dear, where's the ear?"

"He took it. He told me I wont need it anymore and left with it."

Grandma put on her thinking face and glanced away to her list.

"I'll take your plushy for now," she said, "I'll see what I can do."

I moved out of the way as Grandma stood up out of the rustic, wood, dinning chair, taking Foxy and the list as well. She walked into the kitchen; putting the notebook back on the fridge where it belongs. I then went upstairs back to my room; empty handed.