Hello readers! This story I have taken upon myself to write for Nomadic Spirit. The idea for the story comes from Nomadic Spirit. The characters personalities and descriptions are my own, and the message that I will explain more by the end of the story came from both of us working together! I must thank Nomadic Spirit for this story idea, it has been very interesting to take on and I have enjoyed every minute of writing it. Please enjoy, read, and review! Just a warning in advance this story contains scary themes, suicide, and well... if you don't think you will be able to enjoy the story than please don't read further than this!

Thank you, and enjoy (if you have to the time to reviews are always nice ;) ).

Sobs and the sound of her own feet hitting the ground were the only sound coming from the girl named Teddy Linkton. The thought of her name, Teddy, now seemed only like it was mocking her. It was funny how things worked out, everything had been going so perfectly too. You see little Mrs. Linkton was different from everyone else. She looked like a normal girl, she talked like a normal girl, in fact everything about Teddy was normal except one tiny thing; Teddy was stuffed. No matter how strange it seemed that was what Teddy was. Instead of having normal insides like your average human Teddy was filled with fluff. That was how she had been given her name, Teddy. There had been no explanation for this strange asset of Teddy's and frankly Teddy did not wish for her disability to be explained to her. It was always nice to take comfort in lies, often Teddy would try and convince herself she was normal and sometimes if she thought hard enough she could believe it. But than something would come down and prove her wrong, today being proof of that. Her friends had somehow managed to get a hold of the note she had wished to give to the principal. She could see the words in her mind now:

Dear Mr. Heathen,

Due to my daughter being stuffed I would like to request she receive private lessons, the other kids are becoming a distraction and have been making her feel nervous. Every day she has been worrying someone will find out so I believe it would be best if she had a tutor instead,

Thank you.

Of course her friends had not fully understood it, but it had been enough to bully her. They had called her horrible things and even now Teddy could hear there laughter and harsh words.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! What are you, some sort of freak of nature?"

"I bet she's not even human!"

"Yeah, probably some science experiment!"

"Hey girls I wonder what would happen if she were to be cut open?"

That had been enough to scare Teddy away and now she was running away from everything. But for some strange reason it felt like Teddy's legs had a mind of there own as well as her hands. She was running to the cafeteria, which was closed at this time. Teddy knew letting her feelings take control of her actions was stupid, so very stupid and idiotic. Her father and mother would have looked down upon her actions and would have talked some sense into the girl but right now thinking was not something she was doing.

Eventually the bright red doors to the cafeteria came into view and she threw them open running inside. Her school's cafeteria was not the nicest of places. The floor was littered with trash and crumbs, the janitors rarely taking the effort to pull them off of the ground. The walls were painted the sickliest color of orange, and on your first day the paint made you want to gag. Not to mention the fact that kids thought it was funny to write stupid things all over the walls. The only time a kid had ever gotten in trouble for drawing on the orange walls was when a kid known as Stevie Lairne had decided to draw a portrait of the principle. Funny enough Stevie was a fantastic artist and the portrait had been a little too accurate. That had been awhile ago, when Mr. Heathen their current principal had not been around. Instead they had a woman by the name Mrs. Barnhole a rather evil woman. The lady had, had a pointed beak-like nose and small beady eyes, not to mention her skin was shriveled up like a raisin's. She had the appearance of being a bird who had decided to go outside to tan, and had stayed out a little too long. But, anyway poor Stevie had been forced in detention for drawing a hideous picture of Mrs. Barnhole. The other kids had found it hilarious of course right now Teddy was in no mood to smile.

Teddy continued on to her destination, now reaching the kitchen located inside the cafeteria. This was were all the volunteer lunch ladies and men prepared the decent food for serving. Also were they held an abundant number of sharp knives, forks, spoons, and other utensils while they gave the children plastic items. That had never made much sense to Teddy, and never will.

Why am I here? Teddy wondered to herself, wiping the water stains on her cheeks away. She just did not understand. This was no place that would provide any comfort for her and most certainly was not the place she wanted to be in. She received her answer as her legs carried her over to a drawer; it was funny how little control she had over her movements now. It seemed like her body had other plans for her right now. More out of curiosity than anything else she pulled open the drawer revealing many different sized knives and forks, each looking like they could be used as a weapon. Teddy instincivly took a step backward, not wanting to get anywhere near those knives, but for some strange reason it was like the knives were calling to her, begging her to pick them up. Teddy reached inside taking out a good-sized knife.

"Huh, its sort of pretty," Teddy said to herself as she angled the knife in such a way that the dim lighting of the kitchen bounced out of the knife making it shine dangerously. It had a sort of alluring, sinister, air about it and Teddy found herself smiling. "There's nothing to be afraid of, as long as I don't cut myself!" Teddy placed the knife back, closing the drawer behind her. She turned around prepared to go elsewhere when a thought occurred to her. What if she was not stuffed at all? What if there was normal blood inside her and this was all some sort of huge mistake? The questions still in mind Teddy returned to the drawer removing the knife from earlier. There was only one way to find out.

Teddy slowly and carefully cut into the skin on her palm, watching as the skin broke but no blood came out. Teddy bit her lip, waiting for awhile before she carefully observed the cut. As expected she could see the smallest bit of stuffing inside the layer of skin, immediately the usually bubbly girl brought her head away from the cut, closing her eyes.

Oh, Gosh! Oh, Gosh! Oh, Gosh!

It was true, she was nothing more than a teddy bear disguised in human skin. She sniffed, falling down to her knees as tears began to steadily flow from her pretty green eyes soaking strands of her brown hair that stuck to her cheeks from the water. She continued to sniffle, sob, and cry shoving her face in her hands. She did not belong here, she was different. Abnormal. Not right.

The brunette has not noticed the knife slip from her grip and land beside her form, landing on the ground with a soft Chink! Eventually the sound caught her attention and she looked up from her hands, seeing the slender blade of the knife first. It would be so easy to just end it all right now, to bring the knife down into her chest, to slit her throat, anything really. It seemed all to simple and it made Teddy uncomfortable. Her mind screamed, NO, as her hand slinked over to the black handle of the the knife her eyes widening.

"W-what, is happening?" Teddy said out loud as her hand brought the knife dangerously close to her neck. She felt zero control over her actions now and she began to get scared. "H-hey stop!" Teddy yelled at the hand as she felt the tip of the knife begin to sink into her neck. "Ow! It hurts!" Teddy screamed as the knife cut a line straight across her neck fluff beginning to pour out of the opening freely. The stuffing covered her front anf she felt herself losing too much of it. Now having full control she tried frantically to shove the stuffing back into her neck, but it just would not go in.

I'm dying! Teddy screamed inside as the realization hit her hard. She tried to put the stuffing back through the small cut in her hand but nothing she tried was working. Eventually she felt her upper half go numb, no longer able to do anything. If Teddy remembered correctly there was some tape around this area, if only she could just get over to were she knew the tape was located she might be able to save herself.

Teddy spit up some more cotton, the horror becoming to much for her to bare. She flattened herself against the ground, slowly finding ways to scoot herself forward. It was a slow process and with every one of her struggled crawls more cotton and stuffing came out of her body. Teddy wished this could all be over, she wished that by now the whole thing could just end. This was like a horrible, horrible nightmare she could not wake up from.

She just had a few more inches to go, when suddenly things changed. She felt herself almost leave her own body, now being a simply watcher of the events about to come. She saw her own mangled body, her wrists horrible deflated. Teddy felt sick, very, very sick as she watched the scene unfold. Teddy watched as she herself made the next to inches, and struggle like a fish out of water to position herself in such away that she could open up the drawer and find the tape. Once she got so very close, and Teddy watched as her own mouth opened to let out one last silent scream her own eyes rolling up as she landed on the ground.

Teddy realized that was her own dead body, and wondered if for some strange reason her spirit had left her body to early or something. But her question was soon answered as she felt herself being sucked out of the real nightmare and into the waking world.