~Bonnie POV~
...why? Why was this happening? Why now?! My life was finally happy and now it's coming to be another nightmare. I must protect my baby, I have to, I won't let him be like me!
~Flashback~
Ever since I could remember, I was always being touched by that man. He would fondle, grab, pull, and caressed me everyday and everywhere on my body. I felt dirty each time it happened, the lingering feeling it left behind. He barely lets me out the house and still don't know how I made friends. They were the only thing keeping me at bay...but I knew it wouldn't last long. I was 8 when he kidnapped my friends and locked us all away from the world to be his prisoners.
He made my closest friend rape me, he himself raped me, he hurts my friends, he hurts me, I pray everyday that I die. I thought everyday will tommorow ever come? Will I make it through the night? This carousel of paralyzing agony continues relentlessly never ceasing. I know my friend must have felt guilty for his actions but I put no blame towards him, he saved me although I wished he would have chosen the option to let him kill me. I wanted to leave this place but I was conflicted, should I stay or should I go? If I go, I'll be free but the fear of him finding me again was to much to handle, if I stay he'll continue this never-ending abuse. Uncertainty enveloping my mind until it becomes a known habit for me. Freddy, Foxy, Chica if you guys can hear me I'm so sorry for everything, I should have never associated myself with you guys. You'd be still live happy lives had I not spoke to you guys those days. I blame myself for this.
But my answer came at once whether or not to stay or leave. We escaped from his grasp and I cut all communication off with all of them. I didn't deserve them as friends, I don't deserve anything but death. I cut myself three times a day, one for Freddy, one for Foxy, and one for Chica. It became so unbearable that u tried to stab my throat out. I didn't succeed instead I was once again locked away in a prison psyche ward for months at a time. Was I hurting I never got visitors so when I saw foxy I was more than surprised. He tried to comfort me but I pushed him away I didn't even deserve him visiting me. Instead of being mad at me I was baffled that he wanted to comfort me. He visited me everyday surprising me to no end. I was slowly opening up to him even though it wouldn't mean a thing if I told him how I really felt, eventually I was able to leave the hospital but with nowhere to go. Foxy offered to let me stay at his place but I adamantly refused. As I sat down on the edge of a bridge I contemplated suicide again. The psychological torture seeping through the cracks of my mind tearing it slowly apart. I was reaching my breaking point, I didn't know anything anymore! Was I hurting? Was I sad? I've forgotten the difference between the two, I stare at the water beckoning me to fall in. So...you know what I'm tired of all the pain and all the misery inside, I'll end this today. I let my body fall headfirst into the water as unconsciousness sinked through. I woke up in a hospital, I was alive and in this godforsaken hospital AGAIN!? WHY DIDN'T I DIE? WHY? I saw foxy walk through the door and he told me that he saved me. I tackled him to the ground, I didn't want to be saved I wanted to die you asshole! Stop sticking your nose in my business and let me die in peace! I was so close and you ruined it, I cried and screamed in sorrow wrapping my arms around my knees cradling myself. Foxy slowly moved closer to me and held me, I cried harder why won't you leave me alone? I just want to die. I just want to die.
I finally gave up on suicide since none of them never ended my life so I was just lifelessly living not caring about anything...I doubt that I would care at anything at this point. All emotion left me the day that man first touched me. I wouldn't eat or sleep foxy forcing me to do both. I never understood why he wanted to help me until he confessed that he loved me. He proved it everyday holding me, talking to me...being there for me. I never felt this emotion before...is this...love? As years passed, I slowly but surely regained my emotions back I was...joyful. We were together for awhile, he never mentioned sex for fear of me being reminded of the many rapes I had gone through. I assured him it was ok and we made love. I was definitely surprised when I figured out I was pregnant a few months later. Foxy was overexcited at the news, I had to say I was to I was going to have a baby. I'll treat it with all my heart show it love and care. I gave birth to a healthy baby boy, I felt serene when I was handed my baby. I felt so much happiness for the first time in all my years of living.
~End Flashback~
We named our baby boy Fonnie, a combination of me and foxys name. Our family was happy and content, now being ripped away from us by that purple man.
And to think that that man is my very own father.