I am Not A Toy?
“I am not a FREAKING TOY! Don’t you understand?! I breathe, I walk, I talk, but, all you ever see is this.. this thing who you can just play with, and throw around, LITERALLY! And then you act like you didn’t just hurt me, like I forget everything you have done to me, like I am some sort of goldfish. Well news flash I am not a goldfish, and I am definitely not your toy.”
I starred at him intensely, until he started… laughing.
“Oh sweet heart, you just don’t understand do you? Where do you think you came from?” He questioned, but I didn’t have an answer.
“Have you ever wondered who was your family? Why you can’t remember your childhood?” I shot back.”It’s because I was in a coma, that’s why I can’t remember anything, but eventually it will come back to me.”
“ ahhh poor, poor Leah. You were never in a coma. I had said that so it would be more believable that you were human, so that other people wouldn’t get suspicious.”
I replied. “But..wait I was.. created… by you?”
“ yes.” He so smoothly replied, walking towards me.
“And now I think it’s time to go to sleep.”
I was shocked, but even before I could react he reached behind my head, turned a switch, and I blacked out.