"On THREE!"

The fox and bunny then ducked down slowly, but not so far that I could touch the floor and run away; all I could do was squirm and hope I could get out!

"One...two...THREE!"

I suddenly felt myself being lifted up really fast as I saw a blurry vision of yellow! The next thing I knew, I felt my chin rest on something sharp and cold...I quickly realized it was the yellow rabbit's mouth!

I tried squirming to get out, but I quickly felt something against the top of my head. It was also pretty sharp and cold, almost as if...OH, NO!

"HELP ME!" I screamed to anyone who would listen! "SHE'S HURTING ME! HELLLLLLLP!"

That's when I heard gasps of fear below me. What happened next was a shock:

"Oh, shit! Somebody help! Please!"

The fox was actually trying to help me! I don't know why, but I just cared about getting out of here!

It felt really sharp on my chin and forehead, and it hurt so much! The worst part was that it just kept going down further and further! I also heard a whole bunch of screaming that sounded like it came from a lot of people, who were most likely just watching me!

"SOMEBODY HELP US FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

That time, it was the bunny calling out; if they didn't want me to get hurt, why did they put me in the rabbit's mouth in the first place?

That's when it happened. I don't think I can describe it perfectly, but it sounded like a CRUNCH and a SQUISH mixed together. After that, I couldn't move anything. I couldn't squirm. I couldn't scream. I could only stare into the yellow rabbit's mouth, which suddenly got really, really red. The screams behind me got really loud that if I could move, I would've jumped in fear!

Two Weeks Later

I slowly crept downstairs to dad after hearing something shatter. It sounded like glass. I knew dad was taking things rough, for he was still mad at me for what I did at the diner. I peered around a corner to see him with a bottle of beer in his hand.

His face was red from crying, brown hair was a sticky mess, and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

He looked like a zombie, for he hadn't slept in like four days, I've heard him walking past my room in the middle of the night, every time I hear him I wake up. The TV was on, but all I saw on the screen was static.

I took a step forward but stopped when something glass crunched and made a noise underneath the toe of my shoe. Dad must not have heard anything for he just sat there.

Motionless, and in the same position he was when I walked in. The accident really must have gotten to him. Especially since all that he could think about was...

That day.

My eyes trailed downward and I saw a shattered photo of me and you beside the couch. I knelt down and picked up the broken frame, being careful not to cut myself on the glass.

In the picture I saw you smiling and waving. And then there was me: my head turned away from you with my arms crossed and an annoyed look on my face. The guilt was swirling around inside me and my chest was tightening from the pain, the glass frame looked like what my heart was right now.

Shattered and in pieces. I then came out from where I was behind the couch and took a deep breath. 'Just say your sorry, it was all just a prank. You never intended to hurt her.' I thought. I knew I was going to have to face him at some point. I swallowed heavily before opening my mouth, "D-dad?" I whimpered.

He looked up at me and glared, I could just sense the rage emitting from him like the heat from a burning fire. I could feel his anger and hatred toward me.

"What the hell do you want?" He growled, one eye starting to twitch. I flinched a little bit and took a step back. I stood there for a minute before speaking.

"Dad, are you ok?" I asked.

He huffed, "Am I ok?...Am I OK! No I'm not, what you did is still playing like a broken record in my mind!"

"You're taking it pretty hard I see." I observed.

"What the hell do you think? I told you to get her away from the animatronics mouth, but apparently you didn't care. Were you ever thinking about your sister's needs?!"

"Well, I..." I was cut off.

"No you weren't, you knew she didn't want to get closer to Springtime Bonnie but you didn't even acknowledge him or me yelling at you to stop!" He spat at me, saliva flying off his lips.

I hung my head in shame for a brief moment before saying, "I'm sorry." Dad turned his head and looked straight in front of him to gaze at the static on the t.v before turning back to face me.

"What did you say?"

I cleared my throat and repeated myself, "I said I'm sorry. It was meant to be a prank, I...I never meant to hurt her. I didn't know that the creatures mouth would chomp down on her head." Tears started forming in the corners of my eyes. I gritted my teeth as I fought to hold them back.

The Father's POV

I sat there as still as a statue. For I was just in complete and utter shock. Now "I'm sorry" was now playing like a broken record in my head. Over and over again I heard it in my mind.

I just couldn't believe what I was hearing; Skyler saying "I'm sorry" and actually apologizing for what she did to her younger sister? Something told me that her saying sorry must have turned her tongue into lead, for I could just tell by the twisted expression on his face that she hated to say it.

You could hear a pin drop as I studied the dejected look on my oldest sons face. Lavender eyes gazing into blue. Two things were swimming around in my brain: one, I was actually kind of relieved that she was apologizing and actually feeling something for her sibling.

But at the same time, I kind of wasn't buying it. I knew she wasn't getting off that easily, I knew she needed to be punished. I sat my beer bottle down and hauled myself up off the couch.

Skyler's POV

I continued to sob even before he struck me. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed, Pretty soon it hit me. "Ow, ow. DAD!" He beat me again, "PLEASE! STOP!"

"If you didn't want this Skyler, then you should have thought twice about your attitude toward your younger sister!"

I couldn't hold back my sobs pretty soon tears came pouring out of my eyes and I started bawling, "I'M SORRY, SO VERY SORRY!"

"You should consider yourself lucky girl, for if mom were here right now and she saw me doing this to you, she would flip out. You're lucky I'm calm most of the time! But not today!"

Later that Day

I went to the hospital myself. In truth I really did deserve that punishment, I had hurt you, and it was my job now to make things right.

I slowly made my way down the empty halls, my steps on the hard marble floor. I was taking my time getting to your room. I looked at the Spring Bonnie plushie I had in my tight grasp.

Just looking at the toy sent a cold shiver down my spine. It was symbol to remind me of the accident. I had a nightmare the previous night about you getting bit. You're now in the hospital because of me.

Me and a stupid prank that I never should have pulled. You were already having a bad time on your birthday as it was and I only made it worse by shoving you into the jaws of Springtime Bonnie. I pressed both my hands to the sides of my head and shook it in frustration.

'Why did I do it?' I entered your room, there you were in the hospital bed, your head was still wrapped up in the gauze that Dr. Heather had put around your traumatic brain injury.

I looked over to see that the heart monitor was still going. That was a good sign, the beeping indicated that you were still alive. I breathed in a sweet sigh of relief. I don't want you to die. Not yet.

You're so just young. I also wanted to tell you something...I pulled out a chair and sat down next to your bed, I grasped your hand in mine and took a deep breath. Now came the hard part:

The apology. I though long and hard in my mind about how I was going to say this. For what I was about to say was something that I'd never thought I'd be feeling.

Here we go. "Hey Madison, I don't know if you can hear me but I'm sorry. I feel so guilty and so bad for what I did. I never should have pulled that prank on you, not on your birthday. I could hear you and dad both yelling at me to stop, you didn't want to go and I just ignored your begging and pleading.

I don't know how I'll be able to live with myself anymore knowing what I did. I just wasn't thinking about you and how scared you really were. I failed to realize the terror in your eyes. The fear and anxiety lined those sky blue eyes like the dark lining of a storm cloud.

The accident of what I did is all over the news, my three friends abandoned me, dad hates me now and mom doesn't talk to me anymore. I'm a terrible person on the inside.

I'm a monster that needs to be locked up a cage. My heart is now shrouded behind thick, dark clouds, similar to how the clouds cover the calming sliver moon in the night sky. The guilt is eating me alive from the inside out.

But I brought you your favorite toy. I lifted up your arm and placed him gently underneath. I know you love the Spring Bonnie plushie so much because you carried it everywhere you went.

I knew you preference him to Foxy. Speaking of Funtime Foxy I also threw away the mask I had of him. Every time I wore it, I just couldn't resist the urge to jump out from where I was hiding and scare you.

And while I was laughing at the torment I was giving you, you were terrified. I shouldn't have done that, it was so wrong of me. Right here and now as I sit here beside you, guilt continues to flow like a current in my body, the sorrow and remorse continuing to course like a rushing river throughout my veins.

This is serious. This is no laughing matter or a practical joke. I'm not gonna laugh or even utter a chuckle, because my selfishness that led us both here is now gonna haunt me and be permanently burned into my brain forever.

I did something so bad and I had paid the highest price. Dad even gave me one heck of a punishment. He left me bruised, wounded and covered in blood, but that's all healed now.

Just seeing you in this bed on life support and monitors stabs me just like what dad did to me with his knife." I sniffed. "I wish I was you right now Madison: lying in this bed with all the IV's sticking out of me. Just so I would know that you were alive and awake and not in a coma, dying right in front of me.

Look, I love you very much, I always have. It's just that I've never been good at expressing it or saying it. I didn't want anyone to think I had a soft side, or that I cared about you.

I've kept my love for you bottled up inside for so long, never releasing it or telling anyone. At this moment I don't care about anyone else or what they think. I only care about you.

And that's what siblings do for one another: caring and helping each other out instead of tormenting and then laughing at them. I'd give anything not to have you leave me here alone with dad and this fear in my heart."

Just saying all this brought me to tears, I wiped them away with the sleeve of my shirt before continuing, "If you die then I won't be able to ever forgive myself. But I just hope that you can forgive me, because you're my only sister. And I'm nothing without you.

We're like two halves of a heart: you're one half and I'm the other, and if we're not together: the heart breaks. Just like what mine's doing right now as I tell you all this.

I'm not gonna hurt you anymore, I just want you to be out of this place and back with me and dad. That's my only wish, I don't want anything else, I just want you to be alright.

But whatever happens, I just want you to know that you will always be my dearest sister. And I will always love you. You'll be with me in my heart." I wrapped my arms around you and embraced you in a hug.

"I'll be a better person from now on. I'll stay by your side and protect you no matter what." I kissed the top of your head.

"I'll never forget you. I promise."