Sugar Sugar
My excitement is uncontrollable as this marvelous woman hands a bill
to the cashier and walks with me out of the store. The destiny that
awaits me is just around the corner, today I get to be beaten by sugar
crazed children for their own personal enjoyment. I'm so excited! The
mother sets me down in her room and starts stuffing my inside with
candy, instantly a tingling sensation fills my shell. This feat of
ecstasy lasts for another twenty minutes as I await the purpose of my
creation.
"I can't wait for Michal to see this, hes always
wanted one" said the anxious mother. She picks me up again and brings
me downstairs, as we walk I admire the pictures of her and her family
standing by the Eiffel Tower and of decorative fruit. As we approach
the sliding glass door to enter the backyard, I can faintly hear the
smacking sound of little children eating cake with their mouths open.
Has their mothers ever taught them manners? That thought swiftly exits
my mind as I get string stapled to my back and hoisted into the tree;
man that staple kinda tickled. I've never experienced the feeling of
being ticklish since my creation, but I now know that it isn't very
pleasurable as the helium balloons told me in Frank's Dollar Store.
"Kids! Come outside!" excitingly yells the mother. Children sprint
out of the house, eyes wide from the sugar high they were experiencing
from the overabundance of birthday cake they just finished consuming.
"Wow mummy you're the best!" shouted a icing covered child who was
obviously Michal. This is a rather nice scenario, excited children, the
spring sun lightly warming the candy inside me; releasing the sweet
smell of cheap hard candies and slightly melted chocolate. In single
file the hyper kids line up for a thick stick in which to beat the tooth
rotting goodness out of me. Finally! Every child takes a spot,
surrounding me.
"Birthday boy goes first!" says the mother
sternly. Michal winds up and gives me a good swing to the side. God
that felt good. Like a pack of wild animals they all join in on a
frenzy of strikes to my paper mache body. Whack whack whack; ngh this
is the most pleasuring thing I've ever experienced, if I could feel
heaven this would be it. Newspaper ripping and cracking of sticks is
the only sound I hear, suddenly my body rips open; ow that actually kind
of hurt. Time and space suddenly leaves my reality. Sound becomes
droned and my sight fades like turning off an old television but in slow
motion. Nothingness embraces me, the last thing I am aware of as I
feel my body float away from my consciousness is
"Theres
only four chocolates in here! That's so dumb!" The children and mother
don;t even stop for a moment to think about what they ha just done. To
them, I'm an inanimate object. No. This inanimate object had a soul.
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