My Doll, Mr. Twinkie

Finished March 3, 2012

©Camcas Cervantes

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Mr. Twinkie was my best friend. For most, he was just a doll that I took everywhere- to the park, to school, to my friend’s house, and even to the bathroom! But he was more than that. Whenever I was alone, I’d used to imagine him showing his true form to me. A life-size Mr. Twinkie would suddenly crawl out from under my bed, or come out of my closet, or come up my bedroom window whenever I was alone. He would always be right outside the school fence, or waiting for me by the swing at the old park. He was more than just a doll. He was a real human being for me. This went on for years, until I realized things were getting strange.

I was 9 when I noticed that Mr. Twinkie’s games weren’t really fun. He was just plainly bossing me around, and I’d get purple marks on my body whenever I didn’t win the game. Or in his case, whenever I make a wrong move in the game. On the bright side, he’d reward me with kisses and back rubs whenever I get the game right. He’d visit me more during the night. Sometimes, I think Mr. Twinkie looked a lot like my dad. But my dad never wore anything like Mr. Twinkie did. So I guess they just really looked alike.

Mom died when I was 11. She had the same purple marks on her body when me and Mr. Twinkie found her. That was the last time Mr. Twinkie ever appeared in his life-size form. I woke up the next morning, and Mr. Twinkie, my doll, was missing.

I was left with dad. He wanted to move houses after mom died. I found Mr. Twinkie’s clothes in his closet, all bloodied up like the last time I saw him. I showed them to dad. I told him it was Mr. Twinkie’s. Of course he didn’t believe me- he told me they were too big to fit Mr. Twinkie. Then I told him I found them in his closet. His eyes widened. They grew red. He looked scared, worried.

He asked me to go to my room, and so I went. I fell asleep.

I woke up a few hours later feeling thirsty, so I went downstairs to the kitchen to get some water. It was unusually quiet. Passing by the living room, I noticed a strange book. It was a photo album. Dad never showed me his photo albums. Bored enough, I flipped a few pages. There was a curious picture there where dad seemed to be next to a mirror. But he wasn’t really. The boy beside him looked so much like him, or maybe he was the other boy. Either way, they looked extremely alike.

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1 comment
  1. Kristine said:

    katakot tae. 😦 =))

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