To whoever finds this,
Help me, I'm so scared and alone and cold.I don't know where I am or how long I've been here.
All I can see is miles and miles of pitch black nothingness. I don't know where my family is
all I know is that I'm alone here all alone all because of her. She took me here, I will tell you my twisted tale only in the hope that you can escape,
This morning (was it this morning?) I woke up to find my favorite bear one I had lost a long time ago my special baby bear. I was over joyed it had helped me sleep when I was little .I had idolised that bear. I should have known that something was up when my mom flashed a funny look at the bear
'Well, that is you bear honey but I thou...'
Her voice trailed off as if she was considering not telling me her full thought
'thought what?'i questioned
Before she could answer my older brother swooped in and stole my bear.
'awww the baby found her widdle bear,'
'let it go you big puck lookin jerk face'
'no I won't you'll have to take it from my room'
he ran down the hall and locked his door. He spent about an hour in his room with the bear before
he screamed much like a little girl and bolted out of the room
'TAKE YOUR BEAR AND KEEP IT AWAY FROM ME '
I stared at it for a minute and smelled it it was not rank I mean maybe a little dusty smelling but not horrible. I walked to my room still staring at my bear. It was just a small creamy white bear with a small metal crank that would gently play twinkle twinkle little star. When I got to my bed I
turned the crank to hear the familiar tune instead it seemed to sound more like a 50 year old smoker trying to talk
'hello?'
'Mrs. Bearington !?!
'You can hear me
Its voice grew as sweet as candy
hello Samantha how are you to day
good I suppose
I was not sure what to say I mean what do you say to a bear? I had so
many questions. We talked most of the night, it was mostly about where she had been all those years and about what had happened lately like my parents getting divorced and how mach I hated my dad for it was worse that we all still had to live in the same house. then we went to talk about childish things too, like if I was still afraid of the boogyman or the monster in my closet. I said no,but I did say that all I was afraid of now was being alone.
let's get going to sleep. she said
it was late, and it sounded like my dad just pulled up not like I wanted to see him any time soon
and I knew that in 3..2..1 yep the fighting started I put my pillow over my ears to block out the noise it worked for a while till my dad ran up the stairs rip roaring drunk and slammed into my door.
its only 9:00 how can be this drunk already?
I know
Mrs.bearington made a deep gurgling noise that I assumed was a growl I finally got to sleep an hour later only to wake up to a horrible scream that was cut short. I reached over to find my bear
