"The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven." — John Milton
How far would you go to protect someone you loved? What if you don't have any loved ones? I wish writers were more sympathetic to people like me—an orphan. I grew up in an orphanage without friends or people caring about me. I'm tired of these thriller stories with loving families and their pet dogs getting into the stupidest situations. I envy them. Where's the thrill? It's just a sad reality check.
I tossed the thriller book aside and went back to my stiff bed. It was dark, but not scary. Why would it be? Nothing good or bad ever happened to me. I lay on the mattress, wishing the building would collapse. That would be thrilling.
The thought of loved ones kept coming back. Something snapped inside me. Since the day I was abandoned, I'd held onto my teddy bear. Now it sat in a dusty corner - the only thing I ever loved. It was the one thing I could call my own. Even other children would never dare to snatch it from me.
I dug out my teddy bear from a pile of boxes. It looked the same as when I last saw it. I held it to my heart and fell asleep. I didn’t know how long I slept, but when I woke, it was like a soft, fluffy, white nightmare. The whole room was covered with stuffed toys. Not a single space was left. Their red button eyes stared at me.
Confused, I swam through this pool of toys and reached the hallways, finding the same stuff everywhere. I lay down on the toys, realizing no one was there except for me. Was this heaven or hell? It didn't matter, because I had just escaped my real hellhole.
I stood up and accidentally squeezed a toy. A voice started to play: "I love you." Then a swarm of voices began to play the same words. I had no clue how many more were there - hundreds of thousands or even more. The sounds increased in frequency, ringing painfully in my ears. I attempted running, but the toys made it impossible for me. I shoved them off, but there were infinite of them around me as if they wanted to trap me with them for eternity.
.I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
I was sick of these words. I tried to cover my ears, but that didn't help. I ran straight towards the window, and lo and behold I saw millions of them covering every inch of the earth. With no other choice left, I dived into this pool of my nightmares. Soon, I found myself drowning, struggling to swim up. The red eyes started to bleed. It was terrifying yet thrilling have I gone crazy? But I couldn't stay or I might lose myself.
Frustrated, I ripped apart a toy. Dark red goo spilt out, dyeing my hands. I felt like throwing up. Before I could pass out, I saw a strange figure approaching. A huge, furry being with big red eyes picked me up. It was cuddly, but then it hugged me.
I woke up and threw my only childhood possession out the window. I was panting and sweaty. I ran through the hallways to the entrance. I couldn't stay any longer here. I tried to escape through the gate. The orphanage was in the middle of a forest, which seemed better than this asylum. I was losing my mind here. I didn't look back and ran into the forest. Suddenly, that creature stood before me with bloody, sharp teeth.
My eyes went out of focus and I found myself in a white room, lying on a bed in a straitjacket as my loved toy stared at me from across the corner.