I hear the kids banging on my box. I didn't come out on time and don't feel like coming out with all the noises.

I groan and look at the top of my box. I'm getting hungry and need to use the restroom, but I don't want to leave my box.

I hear the owner making everyone leave the room. Then someone knocked gently on my box.

"Marionette? Kid you need to come out. Remember you get a day off each week and you picked yesterday." The man said.

I groan and open my box and stand up. I hiss as my eyes changed for the light. I look at the owner.

"Sorry. I over slept and I wasn't going to get hit by a kid." I didn't sleep actually. I just laid there scared.

"Well. Give each kid a gift." He walks to the door. "And don't be picky! Each kid gets a gift." Then he left leaving the door open.

"Stupid head. Just cause you have a kid now, doesn't mean I have to change my way." I didn't care who heard. I'm just mad and feel like crap.

"Hi Marionette." Jeremy got in the room some how.

"When did you show up?" I jump.

"What do you mean?" Jeremy laughs.

"Where's your cute stutter?" I gave a confused look to him.

He laughs again and pulls me into a hug. "I love you." He whispers in my ear.

"Explain love, please." I said back.

He stops hugging me and pulls out a small box. He smiles as he gives it to me.

I look at the small box and open it. Inside was a ring. "Jeremy, what's this?"

He gets really close to me. Our nose touching. "I want you to be mine. I'll be yours."

Then he kisses me on the lips.

What? Is this real? I've been wanting him close, but what close is this?

I want to go more and ask questions, but the room spinned around us.

I close my eyes feeling sick. Once it stop, I realise I didn't feel Jeremy kissing me anymore.

I open my eyes. I wasn't in the prize room.

I was in the room for employs only.

I look around.

"Jeremy!" I see him on the table. I run to him.

I see blood everywhere. I panick and shake Jeremy. "Wake up! Wake up!" I scream as I cry.

Then something stabs my back. I scream and turn around.

It was the purple guy.

"You may haved lived once, but not again!" He stabs me in the heart.

I fall down next to Jeremy. I look at him.

"I like you. I like you very much." I grab his hand.

I jump and hit my head on the top of the box.

"What?!" I rub my head and look around. "It was only a dream!" I yell happily.

I open my box and see lots of kids. They cheer once they saw me.

"It was only a dream." I smile to myself.

I hop out my box. "Hello kids!"

I decided to put my thoughts and feelings aside for the time be. I can get them back later and be scared, but right now I have a job.

I look at the others. How can they show no emotions?

Wait. They're robotic. They shouldn't be feeling and showing emotions.

I wish I can play cool.

I'm so shaken up that I'm almost dropping each gift I give someone.

Why did the purple guy hurt that girl and me? What was my dream about? What did Jeremy mean in it by love?

There are so many questions in my head! I'm mad I can't answer them!

Maybe I can get some answer by Jeremy. But...

How do I ask questions about him? Well, dream him.

Do I say it was him? Do I not? What if he can't tell me what he meant?

That dream scared by more than one thing.

One. I died. That's a huge one.

Two. Jeremy died. That was heart aching.

Three. I don't know how to react to Jeremy in it.

Dreams are what you fear and want.

I am afaird of the purple guy, dying, and Jeremy dying.

Do I want to be Jeremy's? Or do I fear being his?

I still need to find some stuff out.

Let me think for a bit.

I do like Jeremy. He's sweet, nice, and a really good friend.

But do I like him more than a friend?

Wait! What's more than a friend?

My real parents were F bubbies. They weren't married or really even friends in that matter.

Mom and Dad are friends. There nothing more between them.

So what's more than friends?

Another question for Jeremy.

Another is, what did the ring mean?

It was just a golden ring. Like one I can give the kids, but that one was real.

I see people here with matching rings. It's kids moms and dads.

Did they take each other as theirs?

I would like to be there for Jeremy and have him be here for me. We are really good at talking to one another.

So two questions for Jeremy.

Gosh! Maybe I should write these do.

I quickly get a crayon and a piece of paper.

"My writing is poopy looking, but I can read it." I write down my questions.

Oh! What does love mean!

There's another. So three now...

That's all I got right now. I'll ask him tonight.