Mommy, I have a Spork and a Teddy Bear!

"You're my favorite"

"Aw, that's adorable dear! Your favorite what?" The little boy looking up at his mother in her slightly dirty blue polka dot sundress and smiles at the words. The mother's hands shake slightly, unarmed by the malicious smile painted on the face of her innocent child.

"My favorite toy"

"Toy, honey?" The shakes were more violent now, leaking into her voice as the small boy took a minuscule step forward.

"Aren't you a toy?" The little boy's head cocks to the side, child-like confusion scrunching his face.

"Darling... Put it down, please."

"But mommy! You're my toy and I wanna play!"

"Honey-"

"I wanna play!" Rage overtakes his round face, his grip on the handle turning his little fist white like the face of his father who now sits propped in the corner, drained of blood. "I wanna play! I wanna play!" The words leave his lips in rapid succession, each word louder, shriller. Each syllable causes a shudder of realization to barrel down her spine; she birthed a monster. In fact, that's her last thought as the little boy lunges.

After the little boy finally sits, tired, he rocks back and forth with a grin slightly too large for his tiny features.

"Darling? Are you ok?" The woman peeks her head in, her eyes slightly widening at the sight of the boy with a spork, surrounded by stuffing and bits of a shredded teddy bear in his mouth. She had given him that teddy bear as his birthday gift.

The boy looks up.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Your blood tasted funny in my dream. I've forgotten the taste, I need to jog my memory Pretty please?"

The woman looks at the boy in shock, the white walls of the room blend right in with the paleness of his skin. Poor boy hasn't been allowed outside that room for 6 years now.

The boy stands, eyes gleaming bright as he clutched onto the plastic spork like a knife. The woman springs to action.

"He's at it again" The woman mumbles into the walkie talkie at her hip as she backs up and slams the door shut, he bangs his broadening shoulder into the cushioned door over and over, screaming for his 'mommy'.

She turns and walks down the dimly lit hallway as a male nurse comes to retrain him again, the screams of other people just like him guiding her way.