When I was little, I was a real loner. My family lived on a farm five miles away from a town.
I never had friends so I played with my brother, but when Luke went off to boarding school I was alone again.
On a sunny day, I was speanding time in my room putting a new pillow case on my pillow.
"Oh, I wish I had friends", I sigh to myself.
"Oh pillow." i sigh hugging the pillow and putting it on my bed.
Than suddenly I got this idea to talk to my pillow. I made my pillow my best friend.
From that moment on, everyday I couldn't wait to come home after school. I would run to my room and tell my pillow everything that happened.
My parents didn't know that I talked to my pillow. I always talked quietly so that my parents couldn't hear.
When my mom made me upset my pillow would comfort me during those days.
When it was time for me to head off to boarding school by the age of thirteen, I was very excited.
This felt like a new adventure and my pillow was also going to be apart of it.
I started school in high hopes that I would enjoy this new phase of my life. The first few weeks of school just started and three mean girls in my class started bothering me.
I would run to my room sobbing, hug my pillow tightly and cry. Suddenly my pillow started shaking.
I looked at my pillow in horror as it grew a mouth and two black dotted eyes.
"Don't be scared, I'll always be there for you." the pillow said.
I was scared at first but I calmed down. I couldn't believe it, my pillow could talk.
"Ok pillow." I assured it.
"I hate it when you cry. When you all sad because of those girls mean words."
"I don't know why those girls are so mean to me. I did nothing wrong. I should take this matter to the teacher. " I sigh sadly.
"No, don't. The teacher will think you can't stand up for yourself. You have to take this matter into your own hands." My pillow said.
"How, pillow ?"
"I have a plan. We should give them a little scare. Sneak into their rooms at night switch their pillows with me while they're asleep and I'll give them a little scare."
Mhhm, that does like a plan. Just scaring them.
Me and the pillow discussed exactly how it will go down. At night we will sneak into their rooms and wait under their beds for them to fall asleep. I will switch the pillows and hide under the bed and my pillow will scare them.
The night came. We happily sneaked into their rooms and hid under a bed. Luckily the three mean girls all shared a room. Moonie, Patruk and tartsie.
Up first was moonie. I stood up from under her bed, very carefully switched the pillows and hid under the bed again. I heard moonie scream and go silent. The other two girls didn't hear it for some odd reason. I stood up from under Moonie's bed and saw her lying in bed frozen with fear, eyes and mouth wide open.
I did the same with the other two, left the room quietly and returned to my room with no one's notice.
"We did it pillow, but I'm curious. Why did it look like they've seen a ghost ?"
"They are just traumatized, they'll be fine" my pillow assured me.
The next day when I passed the mean girls' room, there was a crowd and a stretcher with a covered body heading out of the room. Three stretchers.
I speed walked to my room to confront my pillow.
"Pillow, what did you do last night. Moonie, Patruk and tartsie are dead" I panicked.
"I killed them, so that you would be free from them."
I turned to my pillow in horror.
"What ?!!" "You said that it was just scaring. I trusted you pillow. You said we just giving them a scare."
Tears started rolling down my face.
"Aren't you free from them. Don't you feel free. No more useless tears"
"I said let's take this matter to the teacher, but you said I should deal with it myself."
"Yes, or how will you learn to stand up for yourself"
"I didn't mean for them to die. Just to leave me alone forever. What if they find out it's me. You are just a pillow"
"They were murdered. It's not so bad." my pillow rolled it's dotted eyes.
I sobbed. I can't live like this. What if something like this happens again.
Something had to be done. Get rid of the pillow.
"I can't believe you killed them. I can't live like this. I'm throwing you out." I declared grabbing the pillow.
"Oh no you won't" the pillow said biting me, making it fall.
Blood was dripping from my arm. My pillow grew angry. What I saw next was horrifying.
The pillow's black dotted eyes turned red and snakes started sliddering out of it.
I stood there frozen as the pillow came closer.
"We were together ever since you were six, we played together, you cried and squeezed me tight whenever you were upset. You want to get rid of me when things go sour, when things don't go your way. You are nothing but a weird, ugly, skinny bumb loser. I hate you."
The pillow flew at me and I dodged it. I immediately saw a lighter on one of my roommates desk and ran to grab it when one snake sliddered around my leg. I took the lighter and flicked it, burning the snake sliddering up my leg.
"I'm not a loser. I'm smart, beautiful and weird is wonderful. It ends now." I threw the lighter at the pillow and I watched it burn into ashes. I grabbed holy water to extinguished the fire.
One of my roommates busted through the door and I fell on the floor crying. She came to comfort me on the floor and from that day onwards, me and minty became best friends.
The bad things are easier to believe and taken to heart. The good words are always doubtful, but I tell you always believe you are great. Greater to believe and trust in the better things.
Hey beautiful people. Here is another story and the last one after such a long time.
