The Bunny, Me, and The Dreams

Chapter 1

My name is Elizabeth but people call me Ellie, I'm a ten year old. My best friend is my bunny, Timothy, but it is pronounced Tem-O-t. Recently, I've been having these horrible, horrible nightmares. In these fear inducing events, my soft, lovable, Timothy, has been killing my friends, and the people who have hurt me. He has... A mask on, one that represents his warm, stuffed head. Whenever I wake up from these, I look down, and right there in my arms, my best friend. He would never even hurt a fly.

"Ellie it's time for school," my mother would always say in the morning after I could never fall back asleep. I would walk to school and even though it would only be morning, I'd still be scared for the next time I would have to sleep. I can't stop these reoccurring nightmares, I don't know why I'm having them. When I get to school, my work usually distracts me, but recently, I've been falling asleep around lunch time because of my lack of sleep, and waking up in the nurse's office. Sometimes I yell for help, others I wake up crying and shaking. To my surprise, I don't think I fell asleep today, until the blackness engulfed me.

I am on a beat up bed when I look around, it's dark with only one light in the room, Timothy nowhere in sight. I get up to look and see if anyone is around, but when I go around the corner I see the most horrifying thing in the world. I see Timothy.. he is covered in blood and next to my mother. She is laying limply next to him. Timothy is smiling at me.

"Hello my little Princess," he walked closer.