truly, teddy ✔️ [unedited]

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dear ivo,

the boy in black came when everyone left and it was getting dark outside. it was scary because of his dark clothes, all i could see were his eyes glowing in the dark. it made me think of the first horror movie i ever saw; the haunted house on the hill.

when he opened his mouth, i saw that his teeth were as sharp as daggers. "they think we're crazy," he said. his voice rang throughout the whole hospital room and what made me shudder wasn't the fact that his words were true, but the fact that his voice sounded exactly like yours, ivo.

i laughed bitterly. "even i think we're crazy."

he took a step closer and was now at the foot of the hospital bed. "we have to get away. it will only get worse for us."

"and how will it get worse?"

"they're going to lock us up. they will not think twice about putting us out - maybe even forever. we can't let them do that to us." the knife that was always in his hand, even when he had to pick something up, suddenly fell on the bed covers. "this is how we will escape from them."

"a knife? how will that help us?" i asked him, moving to sit on the edge of my bed.

he came to sit beside me and place the knife in my hands. "we need to cut. we need to hurt ourselves. it's the only way."

"no. i'm not going to hurt us just because you think it's the only way out."

he flashed his teeth. "it is the only way."

"no," I shook my head, placing the knife back in his hands but he just pushed it back into mine.

"do it, teddy."

"no."

"teddy-"

"no."

"teddy, so help me, if you don't cut yourself right now, i will do it for you!" he screamed in my face, his razor sharp teeth inches away from my nose.

"you can't do that. i know you can't. just when you almost touch me, you fade away. you can't touch me," i said, scared.

"that was because someone was always there to call your name. no one is here and no one can stop me from hurting you," he sneered and grabbed the knife from me. he aimed and i scrambled away.

he laughed. "you can't get away from me, teddy. i'm you. and no one can get away from themselves."

i still ran away. i tried the door but it was locked. i cried for help but the boy in black's hand cupped itself on my mouth. i then bit his hand.

crying out, i looked down at my left hand. on it were red bite marks identical to the ones i just made on his hand.

"i told you teddy. i'm you, you're me. we are one and the same."

"so if i kill myself, you'll die too."

he nodded.

"okay give me the knife." he handed me the knife but i cried out when he moved it a little bit so and lodged it into my stomach.

he cried out too but his screams sounded more happy than hurtful. "oh that felt so good," he said, ripping open his shirt and looking at the gaping hole in his lower stomach, exactly where the knife was lodged into mine.

he smiled as he took the knife and started twisting it. i kept screaming for him to stop, trying to get his hands off the knife but he kept twisting it.

i heard the door open. i heard someone say my name. i couldn't see. the one goal that was in mind was to get the knife out of me.

i ripped it out of my stomach and threw it. i heard someone gasp and turned to see it was doctor bell.

and in his arm was the bloody knife that was just a few seconds ago in my stomach.

truly,

teddy