Fairytale Gone BadHe was felling lightheaded and hot, his mother told him he was a very sick little boy. He had been trying his best to get better like his mother told him to, really he was, but he grew restless sitting in bed all day with no one to play with. He wasn't allowed to play with other children and he didn't know why. So there he lay, day after day, in his bed all alone.One day a new doctor came in. He was tall with spiky pale hair and a white coat. He introduced him self as Alexander Von Stryker, a new doctor fresh from graduate school in Germany. "So I hear you name is Saukz Medvedev" He said. The young boy nodded. "That's a good name, very strong." The boy stared at him, clutching his stuffed bear. "
You don't talk much do you?" "I-I can talk!" He exclaimed. "I'm not allowed to talk
Mummy says it will make me sicker" Suddenly the doctor's face grew slightly pained."There is nothing wrong with talking!" He roared standing up. Realizing his mistake, he sat
Christmas wishesShe still remembers the doll that she received from her dad before he died four years ago. It was a birthday gift he gave her for turning 8 in November but two weeks before he was in the accident that took his life.She remembers how she was passed around to uncaring family on her mother's side, ones that blame her for living when her mother died at her birth, and ones that were all she had left. On the first Christmas without her father, holding her doll, she makes a wish:"I wish you were real, then we could play together and I wouldn't be sad anymore" she says looking at the doll with tears threatening to fall. Then she curls into a ball and falls asleep.***Yes, she remembers. She remembers all of the bad memories on this, her twelfth birthday as her current care giver, her aunt, rip her doll from her arms. "What is this ratty thing, a doll? It's a little girl with bear ears? How repulsive
Your 12 now and do not need such useless items" As she tries to wrestle the