Teddy bear, Teddy bear, Turn Around

by writergirll7

Since Ursi was little, tragedy has plagued her life. When her mother died, her father went insane and began using Ursi as a guinea pig for his twisted experiments. She escaped only to become a prisoner in a circus for freaks. She was locked up, lost, and alone...until one night, when she made a friend or lover.

1. Chapter 1

I was always told not to go down to the basement, that daddy is working on a project or daddy making money for us to be happy. There was always a reason why but after my mother died and the fact that I was an eight year old child. The comfort of my dad is what I craved most in the time of mourning for her.

Problem was there was a huge white door with a golden door knob standing in my way. I only assumed this was my dads way of coping with the loss of my mom by locking himself down in that room many hours a day. It got worse the day my mom died and even then I did not see him. Maybe that is why I crave for his comfort because the lack of a parent in my life and trying to gain a new or the fact that I wanted someone to tell me it was going to be okay. It was like an inner battle to open that door and seek the comfort or listen to my mothers words of wisdom just as she was still here tell me now.

In reality there was no one here to tell me that. It was just me and my bear who sat snug in my arms. I could here the clock ticking behind me in the family room, becoming the background noise as I stared at the white door. I grasped the golden door knob and listening to the sound as I heard the clicking of the mechanisms inside of it. I didn't even realize I has holding my own breathe as the door gave me passage to inside it. With the door now wide open I could see nothing but pitch blackness, even the sun could not shine in this place. The only light that came from the basement was a flickering light at the bottom of the stairs. It made the stairs glow, tempting me to run down and find my father. Instead I carefully climbed down the white stairs, holding my breathe again unconsciously.

I listened for any noise that would be my dad, for any sign that he was down here. I don't know why I was careful coming down the steps of the basement, this was my home and I should have felt comfortable going down to see my own father! I came to the realization when I stepped on the last step on the stairs. I wanted someone to yell at me for being down here. I wanted someone to know I was down here. I wanted my mother to be here. I squeezed tighter on my stuff bear like safety mechanism. As I walked into the gray faded room all I saw were so many tables filed with things that a young child would not understand. As I looked around and tried to understand all the tubes and machines making weird noises I never noticed the man standing behind me.

"darling what are you doing down here."