Another lonely night

What 5 year old isn´t afraid of dark, but our Blly here must be amongst the few children who are truly entitled to fear the shades that haunt his somber room. He goes to bed alone like any new millenium kid; waits for mom and dad but they won´t be here tonight either. He offers the nanny every bribe he thinks of in order to stay in the living room or take his mickey mouse lamp with him to dreamland. Nanny Scott says no, like she always does, what would your parents think of me if I let you do that she says. Billy enters the room that is a playground during the day and a prison whilst the sunlight hides behind those big mountains and starts to shiver; nanny Scott leans over the door just to make sure he doesn´t sneak out again and she reads while she feels Billy´s small fists pounding on the door. Once he´s asleep I´ll tuck him in and everything will be just fine she thinks to herself.

Billy cries his soul out and not an ounce of mercy manages to escape that woman´s leaden heart. But Billy´s tears are followed by silence like any other night; like when a shipwrecked person grows tired of trying and sinks right after his hopes. The branch that knocks on his window becomes a hand, the teddy bear he´s hugging grows some awfully long nails and sharp fangs so he has to let go of his dear Broden. The Jack in the box jumps aout and screams things he wouldn´t dare to repeat at a dinner party and the toy soldiers march towards him as if they were about to do something wicked.

What 5 year old would stand such torture for over a year? He got tired of Dr. Schulman, his psychiatrist because he refused to believe in his stories, mom and dad were never around to comfort him and Nanny Scott was no relief either, she stole his clothes, his toys and threatened Billy all the time. Tomorrow morning Billy won´t wake up with misterious looking bruises or with scratches all over his wrists, because tomorrow morning Billy won´t wake up.