I sat alone and cold on the bedroom floor, one button eye missing and my leg torn. I stared at the wall wishing someone would play with me and fix me; I longed to be loved once more. Darkness crept in as the clock on the wall ticked slowly. It was a sound I was quite used to by now. I so badly wanted to be held and cuddled and taken into bed. If only I could speak, I could tell someone how I was feeling; tell them I was in need of help; tell them I was alive.
The bedroom door suddenly opened and I felt an overwhelming feeling of hope as I watched the boy walk in. He looked at me and I looked at him; I knew how pathetic I must have looked, dirty and lying helpless on the hard wood floor. I waited for him to walk over and lean down, pick me up and carry me away. I was euphoric when I saw him walking towards me, his arms stretched out, and he picked me up. He cared! He was going to fix me and love me! The feeling was the best I’ve ever experienced knowing that somebody cared about me again. Oh, how I missed him.
Out of the blue was flying through the air and I hit the ground with a thump. The small thread that was holding my leg to my body finally snapped and my left leg slid across the floor. The feeling of happiness and love immediately left. If I was human, tears would have run down my face; this depression was unbearable. I lay on the floor in pain and stared at the wall once more as Robby climbed into bed and closed his eyes.
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