Warning: Slightly Graphic.
* Madness Limited.
* Violence Limited.
* Cursing all but ONE removed , it is starred out.
* Context of the story changed.
We all our own feelings and opinions about someone, sometimes, it remains bottled up over the years. We harbor love, hate , resentment and admiration towards others that we can never express.
It happens to all of us.
A letter found in the Park on the outskirts of Sesame Street , written in crayon and in a rush, on the inside of an area blocked off by yellow police tape, the perfect example. . .
~~~To whom it may Concern
My name is not important at this moment, what I did is more important.
I donít think I could ever earn forgiveness for what I did never, not from the letter A or the number three. No would would forgive me.. I am so sorry.
It was a sunny day , that chased the clouds away , today was brought to us by the letters Q and the number 21.
Big Bird and I were counting and naming the colors of Jelly Beans, I thought it was more BLUE and he thought it was more RED. We laughed a bit , then Grover and a few kids showed up.
Oh.. I can remember how it felt when those kids grabbed my fur, they thought it didnít hurt me. But I felt the pain just as much as they did, they never seemed satisfied with just my company, they always loved to rip and pull at me, there were times I prayed that my skin would just come off in their fingers.
Big Bird and Grover decided to play a game with the Kids, then those Numbers showed up. I never really liked them, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight , Nine and Zero. Zero was always the one ,that bothered me, it always complained about being paired up with One to make Ten, and how it never got itís own spot . I wished ever so that Zero would just go away..
Grover had left when Cookie Monster arrived, that glutton. NEVER could I stand him, he was always eating and never offered me any. No no no , it was another way. He always took my cookies. He didnít even eat most of the cookies he put in that black hole he called a mouth , he just slobbered on them and dropped them on the floor.
Itís been years since Iíve enjoyed cookies outside, itís like heís everywhere. No matter where I go to enjoy cookies by myself or with my friends. He would show up and eat them all. I wanted to teach him a lesson so badly. Something that would shut his mouth once and for all, thatís all.. I never meant to hurt anyone.
I had gone home that night after stopping by Bert and Ernieís house. I knew Bert had some ongoing problems with Rizzo and he had some rat poison laying about, so I asked if I could borrow some and I would bring the rest back in the morning.
He lent it to me. . I made cookies that night. I didnít care though, I used the poison, I couldnít control myself.. It was as if every time I mixed in those toxins. . I felt tingly and I liked every second of it.
I turned the spoon in the batter and I danced , the cookies took on the shape of small skulls and sang along with me, I still enjoyed every second of it.
The next day , it was a sunny day, that chased the clouds away today was brought to us by the letter P and the number 2!
I had the box of cookies open while hanging around the Brick Wall. That pig always liked this place and I was right. He showed up . I offered him the cookies and I felt.. Wonderful.
I felt joy when he turned the box up and dumped the cookies into that black hole he calls a mouth, I never expected for Kermit the Frog to show up with Timmy and Jill!
Cookie Monster stopped eating .. And he offered some cookies to Kermit and the Children.. I couldnít stop him from doing so. . I watched in horror as the kids smiled and devoured the toxic treats of termination , leaving the crumbs of their demise along their faces. Even Kermit was enjoying the cookies, they called them yummy. I was . . Crying on the inside.
Then Kermit started talking about how nice it is to share , God.. I wish this didnít happen. As Kermit was saying how sharing means caring, I watched as Cookie Monster began to gag and choke.. That black hole of his was spewing cookies and blood like a volcano. . The Children were screaming and Kermit was swearing.. Holy hell he was screaming as Cookie Monsterís blood spilled over the brick wall painting it like when Gordan spilled the Ketchup on the table that one time.
I didnít think it would be that strong. I was lost in my own thoughts , when because I didnít notice that Timmy had collapsed on the wall and Jill was bleeding softly from the mouth mumbling that her tummy hurts and she wants her mommy.. God.. What did I do!? Why .. Then it struck me.. God.. What did I do to Kermit.. He wasnít moving.. I shacked him as hard as I could.. Calling his nameÖ
All he could say was .. Iím .. Kerr Kerr Kermit .. Thee .. Thee. Fro.. I watched as the life drained out of beady eyes and I felt his green plush twitch then finally go limp in my paws. I let him go and I looked about.. Blood everywhere , on me on my fur. . This had to be the first time.. Iíve seen blood, blood wasÖ Red.. Red..
Red like. . Me.. Only it came from .. Them
When the blood finally stopped flowing from the lips of the Cookie Monster, his beaded eyes.. No longer rattled. . A goop of chocolate chips and thick red goop was all over his fur painting it purple.
I screamed.. Screamed, then I ran back and forth.. Then I slipped in Jillís blood.
The thoughts going through my head.. I couldnít let anyone know.. I had to leave.
I didnít mean to.. I swear.. It was an accident. .I sorryÖ I sorry..
I saw Grover ,I dun know If he knows..
I left that place , I went home and took only what I would need. My rubber ducky my jump rope and, some money and a good bye to here.. I was panicked.. I . . I was scared. I was scared like this when I thought monsters were under my bed..
I ran into Burt on the way out.. He asked what did I do with the poison . . I told him I had a pest problem and I left. . I donít know why he came, but .. If he left.. He was going to pass the brick wall Ö
Only one person could help me now, I could always count on the Count..
I gave him all the money I had saved over the years, he counted it..Slowly.
One dollar, two dollar, three dollar.. Ah Ha Hah.. He went on forever, I was shaking.. I couldnít stand it. I told him to hurry up. He told me , it was enough for me to use his wheels for one trip only.
I forgot, I canít drive. I walked.
I walked to the happy park.
Happy. Happy Park. Under one of the two trees..
It was enough. I Ď m not coming back. , that image is glued to my eyes now.
P is for Poison..
P is.. For Punishment.
P is.. For pain
Before I go, I want to say.. Iíll miss you Big Bird, everyone..
There is a good chance there won't be a Volume 2 .Editing my own story to be forum friendly is a pain, but if I really get to it.. It might be done.