Mari Mari Mari.

Mr. TEDDY BEAR
By: Marianne Nunn

Being in my own little world in my bedroom, I never bothered to think of what was actually going on in the outside world at this very moment in time. Was there fighting? Were people crying? Would they accept me if I entered it? Would I be immediately shunned as soon as I opened the door? Probably….probably not. It’s a confusing world to live in- which is why I have found my own.
My world consists of three things: paper, pencils, and my teddy bear: Sam. Sam is my best friend. My only friend, to be honest with you. He’s the only one that truly understands me, and listens to me…..he talks to me.
“HELLO MR. TEDDY BEAR! I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE, BUDDY OL’ PAL!” I exclaim.
He stares at me, and after five minutes in silence, I hear a slight whisper. “Hello….hello……hello, love” he says. Oh, how I love this teddy bear stuffed with so much fluff!
“HOW ARE YOU TODAY MR. TEDDY BEAR?”
5 more silent minutes without a response. Then, the familiar whisper came to me again. “Good….good….good, love.”
“EXCELLENT MR. TEDDY BEAR. I CRIED TODAY: PEOPLE THREW ROCKS AT ME AND TOLD ME TO DIE……WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT MR. TEDDY BEAR?”
This time, it took him 8 minutes to answer. I waited, because he is so important to me, and I want nothing more, than to simply give him what he wants. It came eventually though….that sexy, smooth whisper I loved. “Terrible…terrible…terrible, love.”
“IT IS QUITE UNFORTUNATE THAT THEY ALL WANT ME TO DIE MR. TEDDY BEAR. IT’S VERY NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND LIKE YOU.”
Only, seconds later: a response. “Sleep now….sleep now…..sleep now, love.”
I listen. I always listen to Mr. Teddy Bear. I lay my head down, and close my eyes and drift to a land where me, and my Mr. Teddy Bear are together…forever.
It is midnight- Mr. Teddy Bear is staring at me.
“HELLO MR. TEDDY BEAR! IT IS QUITE THE DELIGHT TO SEE YOU SO LATE AT NIGHT. TEE. HEE. HEE.”
“Teehee…teehee….teehee, love.” His response came strangely too quick.
“WHAT IS WRONG MR. TEDDY BEAR? ARE YOU HUNGRY? DO YOU WANT MAMA TO GIVE YOU SOME LOVING?”
“Done….done…..done, love.”
“WHAT?”
“Die….die….die, love.”
“YOU’RE SO SILLY MR. TEDDY BEAR. YOU LOVE ME. NO ONE ELSE DOES: JUST YOU.”
“Sorry…sorry…sorry, love.”
“FOR WHAT MR. TEDDY BEAR?”
“This….this…this, love.”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”
At this very moment in time, Mr. Teddy Bear pulls a knife from behind his back.
“MR. TEDDY BEAR, MY MOTHER WILL BE VERY ANGRY AND TAKE YOU AWAY IF YOU DON’T PUT HER CHEF’S KNIFE BACK IN THE KITCHEN DRAWER.”
“Stab…stab….stab, love.”
Before I could speak, Mr. Teddy Bear’s knife struck through my heart in a million different ways in less than a minute. Blood begins to pool around me, as I see a light tunnel and fire, amidst a black backdrop.
“Ha….ha….ha, love.”
My last word is:
“WHY?”
No response. I am alone. No one hears my desperate cry to be accepted, to be invited, and to be nursed back to happiness in the life that I truly longed for all along.
“Bye…bye….bye, love.”