Abandoned
Disclaimer: I have no form of ownership of the comic 'Calvin and Hobbes' by Watterson
Hobbes lay still in the box that he was in with the other toys that Calvin had long abandoned years ago.
Hobbes had no idea of the day, time or year now. So many hours had crept by that he stopped keeping track of them years ago.
He had known according to other toys that the day would come when Calvin wouldn't want to play with him anymore. When imaginative childhood would give way to realistic adulthood or at least as time got closer to that process.
Calvin had abandoned him totally months before his (Calvin's) twelfth birthday. Calvin's mother never liked him. She often claimed that Hobbes had something to do with Calvin's 'weirdness' and overly impulsive behaviour. So when she found him dusty and stuffed away into the back of Calvin's closet while cleaning one day, she immediately lit up and took him straight to that old box in the attic. Deathsville for toys in that house.
Maybe one day he'd be given to a relative or charity and eventually find another child to play with. But Hobbes knew one thing. He'd never come to life for a child again. He had been abandoned once. At least next time he wouldn't open himself up to a child again. Next time when a child tires of him and gives him up, he won't be so hurt. Next time he won't feel so abandoned.
The End
I don't know much about this comic. I only read a few strips from my local newspaper. I hope readers liked this fic and whether you did or not please review and give me your opinion. And for those wondering why I didn't give a time or year, it was because I wanted this fic to have a timelessness feel to it. So you don't know if Calivn's now in his late teens, early adulthood or middle aged or even if Calvin might be dead now. All the reader knows is that Hobbes has been abandoned and he's decided to never open himself up to possibly get hurt again. Thank you for reading.