There was a loud crash from above and he woke with a start, looking up at the ceiling. That was the third time that had happened today. The third time. He thought that this was very unsettling. He went over what it might be and considered the fact that the house might be finally collapsing. He certainly hoped none got hurt when it did. As he got up among the cardboard boxes and useless junk, he fumbled around for the light switch. He knew where it was as he flipped it the light shone down flooding the cellar. He could see the rows of empty wine bottles and the piles of her broken toys. And the pieces of others like him that had been mistakes. They were withering away loosing prices of themselves and eventually becoming nothing at all. Ceasing to exist. Most of them didn't have a conscious. they were like robots, who were missing pieces and thrown down here to rot. They were still trying to do what they had been made for. Forever until they eventually crumpled and finally broke. He tried to take care of the others. He tried to help them. But they ignored him. they only wanted one thing and they couldn't have it. He shook his head sadly. He was one of them too. He was a mistake. A failure. He was one of the first and he could think he had been here all of his life among the broken toys and empty bottles. The boxes and blankets. The garbage. He was there. After awhile she threw others down. Others that had been rejected. They weren't her standards. So he took care of them the best he could, but they never lived long. They stopped moving. So he took the broken ones and hid them. He didn't like to look at them when they stopped moving. There was a sudden scream from upstairs. He wondered what she was doing. Once when he was curious and went up to see. she was surprised to see him at first. Then she was angry. She threw things at him till he shut the door then a little while later there were strange noises behind the door. He didn't know what they were, but he could never get the door open again. She could open it though and she did so only to throw something down. It was a long way to fall he knew. He tried to catch them if he could but he usually only heard them fall. Sometimes the fall made them break. Sometimes it damaged them and they just wandered around in circles until they fell down. He went to check on the others. There were two that had broken. The others were skittish around the broken ones. One of them was in the air and screeched at him as if it was his fault the two had stopped moving. He shook his head but it still screeched the others soon joined in. he quickly gathered the broken ones up. With all the explosions coming from upstairs he didn't think she would hear them but he wasn't about to take any chances. He took them away to the back of a different room. He put them with the rest and looked at them sadly. When he returned the others had calmed down they were moving around and making there little noises. He sat down and watched them contently. This is what he did everyday. The others didn't like it if he left the room for too long they made loud noises and ran about causing mayhem until he came running back in and they all jumped on him making there little noises and sniffing at him. He liked to pet them. each one felt different. There was a green one that was all bumpy, and a tall one that was smooth, the small one that was fuzzy and the fluffy one that could be in the air and was very loud. These were all that was left. He couldn't see why she would throw them away. He thought they were all wonderful. But she must have wanted something else when she made them. He laid his head back his horns clicked lightly against the wall. It was so very loud upstairs there were screams and shouts and crashes and bangs. All sorts of bad noises. He really wanted to go see what was happening. But he couldn't open the door anymore. So he sat in the dankness of the basement and played with the other ones. Trying to help them. Trying to keep the tall one from smacking itself against the wall. That was his main goal today. As he pulled at the tall one it smacked back against him knocking him down. He fell hard and hit his head against the cement floor with a loud crack. It hurt and his vision swimmed for a couple of minutes. When he came to, the others were all gathered around him the tall one looking oh so very sad. He patted it reassuringly. It took him a couple of minutes to actually get back up though and his head now hurt horribly. He looked at the tall one, pointed at the wall, and shook his head firmly. The tall one nodded frantically its entire upper half bending over as it did so. He lay back against the wall again. The coolness of it soothing the back of his head. He just hoped the unsettling crashes and yelling would subside soon…