Here is story #9! You guessed it, not quite how I wanted it to go, but I am happy with this story. The ending with the paint part I feel was good, but not sure if I dragged it on too much with the other stuff. Let me know what you think. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I was younger I always used to get picked on. I guess thats because of my friend here. What? Well of course you dont see him near me, cuz hes on my back. Hes my hoodie. Weve been friends since I got him. I was so happy I had a friend that I never took it off. Unless it was bath time. Mom never let me wear him in the bath cuz she said he had to take a bath in the washing machine. He really didnt like that, but I didnt like my mom getting mad so he let her wash him. Other than that we were inseparable. Even though I got picked on a lot like I said. I never really had any friends so I didnt really care what they said, but he didnt like that. One time after school this big kid dragged me away from my bus and beat me up. My friend really didnt like that, but I managed to calm him down with some cartoons when we got home. After that though it only got worse. The big kid would just randomly hit me in the hallway, call me names, or get other kids to pick on me. This kept on for a few weeks until I finally told him to shut up and leave me alone. That really made him mad. After school he dragged me back to where he beat me up and really gave me a beating. He just kept hitting me until I fell down and stopped moving. I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone struggle when he took my friend. My eyelids fluttered as I watched him slip it on. I dont see what the big deal is about this hoodie shrimp. You wear it every day, whether its hot or its cold. Youre such a freak. Maybe if you wore normal clothes and talked to someone other than yourself I wouldnt have whooped up on you, haha! He just kept talking and taunting me. He shouldnt have done that especially when he was wearing my friend. I tried to warn him that he wouldnt like that, but all that came out was a whimper. I finally gave in and closed my eyes. Before I went to sleep I heard a really loud crunch and him yelling. When I woke up there was all these flashing lights, firefighters, police men, and ambulance people. My mom was holding my hand and crying as they loaded me into the ambulance. I tried talking and this time words actually came out. I asked my mom about the bully, and of course about my friend. All she did was cry, and tell me it was going to be ok. We took a trip to the hospital and after they fixed me up I got taken to see another doctor. He kept asking me questions about my mom, my house, and what happened that day. I didnt care what happened, I just wanted to know if my friend was ok. After a few days of talking to the doctor she finally gave him back to me. I hugged him and put him on as soon as I could. The doctor gave my mom a weird look and started asking me questions again. I told him how the bully had beaten me up, and my friend didnt like that. I didnt see what happened to him, but I did hear him scream before I went to sleep. The doctor kept asking me if I remembered what happened after that, if I had actually been the one who had made the bully scream. They wouldnt listen to me when I said I went to sleep cuz I hurt so bad. I told them my friend might know what happened and I asked him. I told the doctor to ask him but he just wanted to talk to me. My friend kept interrupting me and trying to explain, but he wouldnt listen. After about an hour he finally sighed and left the room with my mom. I was worried that my friend was going to get in trouble. Especially since I could see my mom crying. I asked my friend what to do, and he just told me not to worry cuz we had each other. Im really glad I have him cuz I really miss my mom. Once the doctor was done talking to my mom we went home, but she drove me to this place right after. She said she would come visit me and make sure to call sometimes. I dont know why she left me here, but I love my mom and I trust her. This padded room is pretty comfy and the nurses are nice too. Except for Hilda. Shes always mean to me. Though my friend said that the next time she came to see us she wouldnt bother us anymore, and bring some paint. Red paint! Thats my favorite. Also, he said hell finally get something to eat which makes me happy. I always try to share some of my food, but he said he prefers something a little more alive. Hes such a weirdo, haha.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 04:22:06 +0000
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