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Something is broken, glass is floating around him in a black, cold and empty void. He could reach out and touch it, then watch as it shattered at his touch, inside the tiny shards he could see images… little cinematic images depicting him and some other people. Their faces felt familiar but their names escaped him, they were so odd… how could he forget people that odd. He stood or floated or whatever there in his pjs and watched the shards float around him and no matter what he did he couldn't focus on just one to try to remember who he was seeing in them. But seeing their faces brought warmth to his chest and he didn't want to leave, yet somehow just like everything it ended anyway.
Timmy looked at his clock and groaned, slumping over he realized his fish bowl was empty, the fish were no where in sight and his heart ached at the sight. He reached into the bowl but pulled his hand from the cold water and sighed taking it to the restroom and dumping the water down the sink, washing out the bowl, the castle, and carefully boxing and putting them away. Trudging out and heading to school Timmy felt drained, emotionless, something was missing but he couldn't fathom what it could be. He was like a zombie walking amongst the crowds of teens that flooded the school, his face spelled out dead but he was up walking. His friends tried to pay no mind but a negative energy was emanating from him and they were finding it hard to just stand near him. After school Timmy slumped on the couch and prayed that he could drift off to that heart warming void in his dreams, only to be thrown out the window when his front door swung open. Mr. and Mrs. Turner let themselves in and looked at their son Mrs. Turner had a bit of distaste when she had seen the wreck of her son slumped out on the couch. "Good afternoon," Timmy tried but their disapproving stares continued. "I can't believe it Timmy. We had to take a leave to come see how you were because you totaled your car. We put our trust in you that you could take care of yourself and here we are having to scold you like you're ten again." Mrs. Turner said and Timmy sunk. "Like you have room to talk you abandoned me and left me with …., ….., and Poof." Timmy thought then shock filled him. "Poof? Who is Poof?" He asked himself now disregarding his parents till they said. "So we hired Vicky to be your housemate. Since she was such a good baby sitter we figured she'd be perfect," Mrs. Turner said Timmy filled with rage. "Good babysitter what would you know? You were never home to know anything! And you never believed me when I said she was evil!" Timmy yelled standing and balling his fists. "Timmy! That is no way to talk about your new house mate or to your parents!" Mrs. Turner said and leaned to Mr. Turner who held her hands as tears began to well in her eyes. That look of sadness on her face… she had no right to such a look. He didn't do anything wrong… he didn't do anything to deserve it. She wasn't the victim, he was.
"Oh Timmy! It has been so long," Vicky said smiling with sparkles in her eyes. She had a small dark blue denim mini skirt on, black leggings, black flats, a green top that hung over one shoulder and her wretched red hair was pulled into a ponytail hair and tossed over her left shoulder held by a hot pink bow. Timmy just stayed quiet and ate his cereal trying to use the T.V to block her out. After doing his dishes he retreated to his room, on the way though he filled with rage. The one room. The one room, out of all of them she picked it was THAT room. He grabbed her belongings and put them in another room, "Hey twerp! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She yelled as he continued to move her stuff. He turned to her and she shut up fast… the rage in his eyes. She'd never seen anything like that. "Look! I already have to put up living with you now. With no say in it and you know what? Fine. But DO NOT put YOUR crap in that room ever again! That room… that room is off limits. Take any other room you want but if I ever catch you in that room again, I'll give up the evidence that I have of you torturing the kids you baby sat and the evidence that you were stealing from the families you were working for." Timmy said sternly and closed the door and locked it. Slamming his bedroom door shut and leaning against it, he ran his hand through his hair "Why did I get so upset? Why is THAT room so important? That room…" Timmy thought and suddenly was standing in the door way off that room.
"Timmy! Look what I can do!" A young purple haired boy laughed. He pointed his purple rattle at the ground and an orange appeared. Timmy felt himself clapping but then the orange sprang to life and it's seeds became nasty fangs, without thinking Timmy ran in and smashed it juice spraying all over him and the boy. The boy stared wide eyed at his once creation now mush, almost as if he'd cry but he looked up to Timmy and laughed. His little crown bobbing atop his little head as he laughed at the mashed orange. Timmy began to chuckle as well and lifted the toddler up, and carried him to the bathroom. After preparing the bath he lowered the boy in the water and began bathing him. "That was funny Timmy! You smashed the orange and made a mess. But don't worry I won't tell," The boy said and placed his index finger on his lips as if he were saying "Shh." and Timmy did the same and they began to laugh again.
"Poof…" He said now sitting on the ground, back against the door and his head in his hands.
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