She bent her back a little to pick the small, abandoned, maniac, I from the ground..
She put me in a small box, a one which she used to keep a ring in, it seems, then hid it in her bag..
I shouted at her to take me out, I was suffocating and I craved air, but she didn't hear me.. I lost sight.. I died!
She got into her room, took out the small box out, opened it.. and I was laying there..
Small, abandoned, Maniac, and.. dead!
She let out a small giggle slip through her mouth then said:
" -Dear.. you little fool, it's not time for you to die yet."
- Oh, okay, so I shouldn't die?
- Of course not! are you cold?
- Freezing.
- Okay..
- What? are you not giving me a blanket or a coat?
- You're too small.
- Hmm.. right. *smiles*"
..
She took me to the window.. she thinks I'd enjoy the scene from there.
I sat on the window.. cold, small, taken-care-of, maniac and.. more alive than I've ever been.
She fell asleep.. but I didn't.. it's cold.. and the glass is fogging up..
"-Mewants t'draw.
-what do I draw?
-a hangman's noose!
-Good idea, but why?
-it's fun to draw.
-okay.
-okay?
-yes.. okay...
-*draws a hangman's noose*
-Now now, who do I hang?
-you!..
-why?
-because.. you're a maniac.
-I'm not, I'm just sleepy..
-okay.. let's sleep. "
I slept, shaking, cold, no covers for me from the cold and no protection from the exposure to the open freezing air.. I slept, no blanket for me except for my maniac little warm dreams.
In the dream I was large.. I was warm.. I was holding a bag that has a small box inside that has a small, cold, maniac, abandoned her inside.
....
....
....
I slept until the winter was gone..
"-Good morning.
- Good morning..
- Did you sleep well?
- I slept alot.. The winter is gone, am I a bear?
- I don't think so.. bears can't be so small..
- damn..
- What?
- I always wanted to be a bear.
- You can be my teddy.
- Really?
- Of course."
And now here I am.. a small, taken-care-of, maniac, talking-to-itself, warm fuzzy bear.
"She must be a maniac too; nobody would make a scum ,like I, their bear."
