5By: Mika
The small blow-up glow in the dark beach ball zoomed up into the air and back down. As it's owner made odd mewing sounds. Up and down, up and down. It's green stars and moons growing and shrinking into the darkness.
If the ball at a face it would be frowning disapprovingly. It didn't like its owner. The insane redhead that was lying in bed, tossing it upward. It would have let out a groan of disdain when the girl decided to snuggle with the ball. It's main thoughts were, Idiot. Why me? I cannot stand this idiot. I just need to get away from her. Oh great here we go. Now she's gonna snuggle with me. Man it's not fun being squeezed between her arms like a plushy. I am not a plushy. I hate this idiot.
Meanwhile the bookshelf she used as a bedside table sat bleakly watching the darkness. It was thinking that it was perfect for its mood. It was terribly depressed. Its back was coming off, all its items falling out. It was dirty and the girl only ever stuffed garbage into it anymore. Once upon a time she had carefully arranged a little land of knickknacks in it. Now however she shoved; garbage, eating utensils, cut-up magazines, old books, and candles in it.
It stared up into the darkness thinking, If I was only an animate object. I could grow legs and walk out of this room. I'd go into the bathroom and climb out the window. Then I'd land onto the ground and smash myself to pieces. I wish someone would come and chop me to bits with an axe and then burn me. I'm old. I'm falling apart. I want to not exist anymore. The windows look so inviting. If only. If only I could get out the window. The window. I need to jump out the window.
The bed was silently plotting Mika's demise. It was stiffening up all it's little springs and coils. Hoping that someday soon she'd wake up with a broken neck from the strain of sleeping on a hard bed. It hated Mika with a passion. It just hated Mika, hated her. It wanted her dead.
Mika is evil.. Evil! She neglects me! She never makes me! She makes me smell with her sneaky sweat. She tosses books, magazines, movies, boxes, papers, bags, and everything else on me! And then when she goes to sleep she simply pushes it all to the end of the bed! She's evil! Evil! EVIL! She evil. The bed ranted on and on in it's mind. Where it's mind was one could only wonder. But it was ranting there anyways. Hoping Mika would die.
I conquer! Whispered the Wind Machine. It hated Mika even more then the bed. It didn't even know why. It just did. It wanted Mika's head to fall off. It wanted to chop her to pieces. All the other objects figured it was just a homicidal maniac. Mika needs to die! I'm going to fall off this bookshelf and land on her head! I'm going to chop her face to piece! I'm going to spray her blood all over the walls! She. Needs. To. Die! She needs to die! DIE! D-I-E-! I tell you! DIE! Mwahahahaha!
The dresser in the corner was busy looking through the magazines that Mika hide there. It didn't quite understand why Mika hated them so much. Its last owner seemed to enjoy them. It would have sighed if it could, and simply shrugged mentally. Staring over at the maniacally laughing fan. Shaking it's head mentally it thought, That fan is insane. At least the bed as a reason to hate Mika. Not a very good reason.. But a reason anyways.. Mika is a slightly odd. She put a radio, a silver pie plate, wineglasses, a vial of perfume, and some hair on me. But nothing inside of Me.. Except some of the other owner's stuff. She's truly a weird thing.. Truly.
The last object with any consciousness left in the room was the Welcome mat. It was buried under the junk on Mika's floor. Dirty clothing, papers, and other objects blocked its oxygen. It would have been sobbing if it could. It hadn't been able to breathe for several months. It choked mentally and frantically prayed Someone! Anyone! Please.. Please.. God please help me! I can't breath.. Everythings.. So.. Dark.. Dark. I can't see.. Sunlight. I.. help.. haha.. Please.. Help.. Awe. hahahaha.. I dark.. Please.. Breath.. Cakhiss.