The next morning came, and I was tired as heck. I felt like I was awake for 24 hours. My back was sore. My eyes twitched. I yawned loudly. I wasn't feeling well. "Get dressed!" Dad said usually. "Father I'm not feeling well". "You sick or something". I thought for a moment. "Yeah, I feel weak and I couldn't sleep yesterday". "I'll see if I can take you to your grandparents house". "Don't move till I get dressed for work" dad said. "Ok". I laid back in bed. I sighed. I thought Mr. Bear was in jail. It was in the news. Could he have broken out? This doesn't make sense to me. On Halloween it was sure him. Same eye color, and same height. The bear still had a muffled voice and rips in the costume. There's no way it couldn't been someone else. That bear strangled my arm. My parents did nothing after that happened. The maze was closed, but not sued for abuse. The man in the bear costume was gone after that night. He's lurking out there somewhere, relocating and stalking me. It's my parents fault. They brought me to this bull crap daycare so I could die. They never listened. It Seemed liked they wanted me to die. The only they did to help was to never bring me to a daycare again. They only called the police a couple of times, and told me to get over it. That didn't seem to help me that much. "Let's go" dad said. I put on my shoes and walked out the door. Hours passed at my grandparents house. It was quiet and they treated me with good care. I couldn't do much, but I seemed to be fine. Maybe not 100% fine. But I was feeling a little bit better.
