She held that toy
She held that toy.
She held that stuffed bear all the time. Cotton seems ripping the blue fuzzy, matted fur. Both eyes gone over years of being dragged across the slimy sidewalk. It may be a toy just to them, but to her its home. Rubbing the blue fabric preciously, holding it dear to her chest, hurriedly stuffing the particles of fuzz back in it’s worn out body, crying in frustration when the cycle just repeated itself.
She held that bear when the boys at school were picking on her, pushing her into the woodchips. Making her cry out as a sliver dug into her pale flesh. Even when they ripped out a large lock of her precious black hair. That bear was still with her. Teachers looked at her oddly, but then some didn’t. Most teachers would punish her by taking away the poor thing. Then she screamed bloody murder, kicking at everything, tears pouring down her cherubic face. The teachers would be frightened and give it back. Watching intensively a she calmed when the first touch of his paw was in the safe grip of her hand.
She held that bear even when her mother was in one of her drunken stupors. Screaming, crying and throwing glass at the walls, shattering into the carpet. She’d duck and cover her eyes, her mom would holler and clench her palms into tight fists.
She held that bear even in her sleep, or when she was awake and looked out the big windows in her room. Showing the dark sky, twinkling with stars. She would pull him tighter when she would just stare at the picture of her father on the nightstand. The glass reflecting against the moonlight, heightening his features. A strong jaw, piercing green eyes and a tall figure. Red white and blue hung behind him as he stood tall in his all blue suit, a white hat perched upon his head.
“Daddy…” she’d whisper, the would dry her tears with the bears soft fabric. Daddy had left a long time ago. She didn’t even know how.
And she didn’t want to know why.
She held that bear even when she walked through the hallways, keeping her face down trying to ignore the weird glances and odd stares. She’d faze out the laughs, and call of hurtful words.
She held that bear when she ate outside, in the freezing wind alone. Pulling it tighter against her chest when an unknown figure perched itself on the hard ground beside her.
“Hi,” She heard, she didn’t look. It was probably another joke.
“What’s your name?”
She didn’t respond, just nibbled faster on her sandwich.
“I’m Parker.” She heard, she stopped nibbling and finally looked over. A boy. A boy with a small smile, eye’s just as her fathers.
“A-Acacia.” She responded, amazed with herself that she actually spoke. She forgot what her voice sounded like, she knew her scream like the back of her hand. But her voice wasn’t harsh, deathly, or vicious. It was soft, harmonic, and soothing.
He reached his hand out, “Nice to meet you, Acacia.” She felt her lips twitch upward.
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She held that toy until he grabbed it from her hands and started bouncing and laughing with it. Smiling and giggling as he threw it up and down.
He held that toy, even when she kissed him goodnight. Smiling as his chest rose and fell, falling into a peaceful slumber. Something she could always achieve with that tiny stuffed paw, locked safe inside her hands.
sorry for any spelling mistakes, I'm not a spell checker XP
She held that stuffed bear all the time. Cotton seems ripping the blue fuzzy, matted fur. Both eyes gone over years of being dragged across the slimy sidewalk. It may be a toy just to them, but to her its home. Rubbing the blue fabric preciously, holding it dear to her chest, hurriedly stuffing the particles of fuzz back in it’s worn out body, crying in frustration when the cycle just repeated itself.
She held that bear when the boys at school were picking on her, pushing her into the woodchips. Making her cry out as a sliver dug into her pale flesh. Even when they ripped out a large lock of her precious black hair. That bear was still with her. Teachers looked at her oddly, but then some didn’t. Most teachers would punish her by taking away the poor thing. Then she screamed bloody murder, kicking at everything, tears pouring down her cherubic face. The teachers would be frightened and give it back. Watching intensively a she calmed when the first touch of his paw was in the safe grip of her hand.
She held that bear even when her mother was in one of her drunken stupors. Screaming, crying and throwing glass at the walls, shattering into the carpet. She’d duck and cover her eyes, her mom would holler and clench her palms into tight fists.
She held that bear even in her sleep, or when she was awake and looked out the big windows in her room. Showing the dark sky, twinkling with stars. She would pull him tighter when she would just stare at the picture of her father on the nightstand. The glass reflecting against the moonlight, heightening his features. A strong jaw, piercing green eyes and a tall figure. Red white and blue hung behind him as he stood tall in his all blue suit, a white hat perched upon his head.
“Daddy…” she’d whisper, the would dry her tears with the bears soft fabric. Daddy had left a long time ago. She didn’t even know how.
And she didn’t want to know why.
She held that bear even when she walked through the hallways, keeping her face down trying to ignore the weird glances and odd stares. She’d faze out the laughs, and call of hurtful words.
She held that bear when she ate outside, in the freezing wind alone. Pulling it tighter against her chest when an unknown figure perched itself on the hard ground beside her.
“Hi,” She heard, she didn’t look. It was probably another joke.
“What’s your name?”
She didn’t respond, just nibbled faster on her sandwich.
“I’m Parker.” She heard, she stopped nibbling and finally looked over. A boy. A boy with a small smile, eye’s just as her fathers.
“A-Acacia.” She responded, amazed with herself that she actually spoke. She forgot what her voice sounded like, she knew her scream like the back of her hand. But her voice wasn’t harsh, deathly, or vicious. It was soft, harmonic, and soothing.
He reached his hand out, “Nice to meet you, Acacia.” She felt her lips twitch upward.
_______________________________________________________________***
She held that toy until he grabbed it from her hands and started bouncing and laughing with it. Smiling and giggling as he threw it up and down.
He held that toy, even when she kissed him goodnight. Smiling as his chest rose and fell, falling into a peaceful slumber. Something she could always achieve with that tiny stuffed paw, locked safe inside her hands.
sorry for any spelling mistakes, I'm not a spell checker XP
you write well.
g-rated hidan, September 27th, 2008 at 12:16:50pm
How did I not notice this yesterday?
You write 1,966,397 times better than me. 
*slaps forehead*
It plucked my heartstrings, babe.
MikeIsMine!!!, September 26th, 2008 at 05:20:24am
this is amazing omg.
:) & :(
i dont whether to laugh or cry this is really good.
owl district, September 25th, 2008 at 12:06:56am
this is beautiful.
get famous, September 24th, 2008 at 10:41:17pm
i love it omg.
very nice.
Fallop!an Cwac Cwac., September 24th, 2008 at 10:20:34pm