the next day, i had to go back to the hospital with my mother to pick up the pills they prescribed me. they said that it will help with the injuries i suffered from getting hit.
going to be honest, i didn't really like them, i thought they had a weird taste to them. but i had no choice but to eat them. i took the day off school, since by the time i would come back from the hospital, the school day would almost be over, there was really no point.
when i got home i walked up the stairs to my room.
"Ella, take your pills when your up there." my mother shouted from the living room. "okay." i replied, and went to my room and shut the door.
"hello Ella!" i turned around and was greeted by Mr. Buttons. i smiled and said hello back. then went to sit down on my bed with my bag.
Mr. Buttons paused for a moment, he then lifted him nose up into the air, taking in a few sniffs, then turning back to me. "what ya got in your bag?" he said, returning to his happy usual tone. i was a bit confused, could he smell my pills? honestly, Mr. Buttons was a 7 foot, bunny plushie, why am i not surprised?
"my pills the doctor described me today." i replied shortly, it wasn't really any of his business, so i don't really know why he asked. he then looked and me with his big button eyes, smiled, and said, "may i see?" i hesitated a bit, why did he want to see them? curiosity? i had no idea, but i didn't really care. so i rummaged through my bag, and pulled the small tub out. there was only 9 pills inside, and i didn't get my restock until next month, so i hope he wasn't planning on eating one.
i threw him the tub which he swiftly caught in his paws.
he then examined them very closely, then turning to read the label for what they're for. i didn't really read them, yet again, no point, the doctors told me what they're for, so why bother.
i saw his stitched face turn from a happy smile, to a slightly angry frown.
i looked up at him confused, he then turned to me, "don't eat these." he said. i couldn't really read his emotions that much from his face, seeming as he is a stuffed animal, but i could definitely tell in the tone of his voice that he wasn't playing.
"why? i need them for my injur-"
"DO NOT EAT THEM." he yelled, causing me to jump back a bit. i then slowly nodded my head, and took the small tub from him, locking it away in my desk draw.
his angry frown quickly turned into a smile again.
"promise?" he said, slowly edging closer towards me.
".......promise..." i said quietly. he then jumped for joy and engulfed me in a big hug.
these promises between us were getting a little weird.
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Promise? ~ SA
HorrorA promise is something shared only between the most trustworthy of friends. but when your best friend is a nightmare that is said only to be in children's books, are they really to be trusted?