DISCLAIMER - I own nothing
Toys and Tears
I lay silently, staring at the dusty, cobweb laced ceiling in my cupboard underneath
the stairs listening to the sound of my breathing. Outside, there is laughter. It's Dudley's Birthday. I've never celebrated my birthday… I've only ever received one present. They don't like me much here…. I turn and curl up on my side, wrapping my arms around my knees for whatever comfort it may provide me.
A lonely tear slides down my cheek. I look at my only gift – a toy dog. The fur is worn from my cuddling, the ears shortened, after being attacked with scissors by Dudley to make it 'Manly'. I reach for the dog and cry some more tears, clinging to the toy as if it were my lifeline. Above, stairs creak under footsteps which echo throughout my cupboard Underneath the stairs - My Home, My sanctuary, My life.
Fin