Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24810508-20150201060506

I once had an imaginary friend...a bunny in fact, named Funny Bunny.

"Mr. Bunny" I always called him, but he once told me to call him "Funny Bunny".

Funny Bunny, Funny Bunny...

We played so many fun games together, like hangman, rock paper scissors, tic-tac-toe, and one I never heard of called "find the zipper".

One day, I was lonely, and Funny Bunny stared at me directly with his eyes. He said, "Please, show me your love".

I never knew at the time...I never knew reality. Reality was but a distant world for me.

As he grabbed out for my arm,he pulled out scissors from his "love sack" and surrounded my thumb with the blades. The hand that grabbed my arm squeezed so tightly that I felt my circulation being cut off. He said, "Tell me how this feels right now".

He just kept on squeezing with his hand to the point of my hand being numbed out. I replied to him, "It's not so fun, Funny Bunny".

Funny Bunny yelled in a twisted voice, "Of course it's fun!!!  Don't Get on to me!!!"

Funny Bunny finally starts squeezig the scissor handles until my thumb was completely dislocated and generally jacked up.

"Does this hurt?", he said as he was almost detaching my thumb. "Yes!" I cried, "It hurts!!!"

"Well, that's a good thing", he said. "now you've learned about pain, now it's time to learn how to hurt yourself".

Funny Bunny reached back into his love sack to find a knife and handed it to me.

"Here" he said, "Cut yourself right now".

I demanded "No!", but he threatened to breakup the friendship and release all of the secrets he knew about me to the public. With no choice left, I was forced to start cutting my right forearm in different directions of slashes.

Slashing

Slashing

Slashing

There and there, the blood is everywhere.

All over Funny Bunny's hair, or is it fur? I'm not sure, but whatever it is, the blood was all over the place.

As I was bleeding to my impending death that drew closer to my eyes, reflecting upon my drifing soul, my lesson on how to enjoy the pleasurable and beautiful feeling of pain by myself was complete.

As red snaked around my skin like death around my life, Funny Bunny pouted, "I told you it would be great". Then, he whispered, "Now it's time for you......to become a part of.....my love sack". He grabbed me and tried to shove me inside his fur. As the large hole expands from te zipper unzipping, I struggle to escape this black hole. By the time my legs were merged with the inside of his fur, my father walked in and yelled, "Who the hell are you?".

Funny Bunny replied, "The man who always watches over this family, especially your little angel's daily life".

Funny Bunny threw me onto my bedand leaped out of the window before my dad could do something to Funny Bunny.



All I will say about what happened immediately was that my parents brougt me to the hospital to plague me with reversing my injuries, but what I learned during Funny Bunny's stay was that huring myself solves all of my problems and that love can be between any two creatures. I already knew he was still spreading his love and wisdom when I heard about the pictures of little boys he left behind when the police found his natural habitat. There must have been so many fun memories. Luckily, the corrupt police have not caught him, so he's still out there, meaning he can teach anyone like he taught me. 