Young Matthew walked though his house holding his white teddy bear. He walked into the kitchen and looked up at the fridge. It was locked again. He looked over at the counter and saw a plate of cookies. He walked over and reached up to get them but he is too short, he tried anyway. He touched the edge of the plate and slowly it moved toward him then the plate was at the edge of the counter. Suddenly the plate slipped and fell to the floor, Matthew went for the cookies not caring that he cut his hand on the plate shards. At this moment his father came into the room ran over to him and grabbed him by the hair and lifting him up. Matthew screamed, he was able to grab his bear before he was dragged away, forced down stairs and shoved into a closet. While recovering Matthew heard a click as his father did the lock on the closet. He was trapped it was cold and dark, the only thing he had to comfort him was his bear which was a birthday gift from his late mother. He hugged the bear lightly and said
“I wish you were real, then I could talk to you and I wouldn’t be so lonely”
Matthew sat there in the dark crying his stomach aching from hunger. He bit into his arm hard enough to start bleeding and licked the blood. The blood tasted like cold metal on his dry tongue. He was getting tired so he lay down in the small closet and held the bear up in the air.
“I’m only going to sleep for s little bit, please be there when I wake up”
A boy snapped out of a daze to see a man with long hair holding a plate of food out to him. He smiled took the food and began eating furiously, a white bear sitting next to him.