Every Day is the Same

LOG 1

Every day is the same…
Courtney went to work after roughly an hour of scrambling through paperwork while munching on her buttered toast and sipping her tea. The tea was raspberry flavored.
Then dad would toss some food onto the table for us as soon as he would awake. My brother always finished first. Then my dad. I never finished my food. My dad would receive a phone call from the manager of his job. “Echo, we need you in a half hour early from now on.”
He’d rush out the door, cussing about his job and racing his car off to work.
Later, my brother went off to school, and I’d stay in bed, sick and throwing up. Before leaving, my brother would ruffle my hair and smile. “Don’t worry, Nathan. We can go to Freddy’s later if you’re feeling better.”
But I never feel better.
And so I would sleep.
Courtney would get back hours later and wake me up. At 4PM, my brother would be home again. They’d both sit at the end of my bed and I’d do homework with my brother.
Courtney had my pain medication ready for 5PM. I’d take it with some water and then my brother and I would play Final Fantasy 5 or Super Mario Kart. We’d laugh sometimes and sometimes I’d have to stop and curl up from pain. 6:30PM, dad would get home and he’d give me a hug. He told me there was a present for me. He reached into his bag and pulled out a golden plush rabbit.
“His name is Plushtrap. Take good care of him. And watch your fingers. He kind of a finger trap.” He patted my knee and walked out of the room.
I would sleep again. But then I would wake up at 12AM to my dad’s voice.
“H-Hello? Hello? Uhh, I wanted to record a message for you… to help you get settled in on your first night.”
Just work again… just dad and his work…

LOG 2

Every day is the same…
Courtney went to work after roughly an hour of scrambling through paperwork while munching on her toast and sipping her tea. The tea was blueberry flavored.
Then dad would toss some food onto the table for us as soon as he would awake. My brother always finished first. My dad wasn’t eating. I never finished my food. My dad would be on the phone with his boss. “Echo, we need you in a half hour early tomorrow.”
He’d rush out the door, cussing about his job and racing his car off to work.
Later, my brother went off to school, and I’d stay in bed, sick and throwing up. Before leaving, my brother would ruffle my hair and smile. “Don’t worry, Nathan. We can go to Freddy’s later if you’re feeling better.”
But I never feel better.
And so I would sleep.
Courtney would get back hours later and wake me up. At 4PM, my brother would be home again. They’d both sit at the end of my bed and I’d do homework and unpack some boxes with my brother.
Courtney had my pain medication ready for 5:30PM. I’d take it with some water and then my brother and I would play Final Fantasy 5 or Super Mario Kart. We’d laugh sometimes and sometimes I’d have to stop and curl up from pain. 7PM, dad would get home. He told me there was a present for me. He reached into his bag and pulled out a red plush fox.
“His name is Foxy. He’s a bit of a rascal. Take good care of him.” He patted my knee and walked out of the room.
I would sleep again. But then I would wake up at 12AM to my dad’s voice.
“H-Hello? Hello? Well, if you’re hearing this, then you made it to day two! Uhh… congrats!”
Just work again… just dad and his work…

LOG 3

Every day is the same…
Courtney went to work after roughly an hour of scrambling through paperwork while munching on her toast and sipping her tea. But the tea cup was empty the whole time. Dad ate with her and they both went off to work at the same time.
Then my brother would toss some food onto the table for himself and I as soon as he would awake. My brother finished first. I never finished my food.
Later, my brother went off to school, and I’d stay in bed, sick and throwing up. Before leaving, my brother would ruffle my hair and smile. “Don’t worry, Nathan. We can go to Freddy’s later if you’re feeling better.”
But I never feel better.
And so I would sleep.
Courtney would get back hours later and wake me up. At 4PM, my brother would be home again. They’d both sit at the end of my bed and I’d do homework and unpack a few boxes with my brother.
Courtney had my pain medication ready for 6PM. It was hurting by this point and I’d take it with some water and then my brother and I would play Super Mario Kart. Sometimes I’d have to stop and curl up from pain. 8PM, dad would get home. He told me there was a present for me. He reached into his bag and pulled out a yellow plush chicken.
“Her name is Chica. She’s got her cupcake friend with her as well. Take good care of her.” He patted my knee and walked out of the room.
I would sleep again, hugging my plush toys around me. But then I would wake up at 12AM to my dad’s voice.
“H-Hello? Hello? Hey, you’re doing great! Most people don’t last this long!”
Just work again… just dad and his work…

LOG 4

Every day is the same…
My step mom went to work after roughly an hour of scrambling through paperwork while munching on her toast. Dad had already left an half hour earlier.
My brother would toss some food onto the table for me and rushed off without eating, late to school. I never finished my food.
I never even begin to feel better.
And so I would sleep.
Courtney would get back hours later and wake me up. At 5PM, my brother would be home from detention. They’d both sit at the end of my bed and I’d do homework with my brother.
Courtney had my pain medication ready for 7PM. I could hardly breathe at this point. I couldn’t take it with water as it hurt too much. 8PM, Courtney told me there was a present for me. She reached into a bag and pulled out a brown plush bear.
“This is Freddy, but of course you knew that. Take good care of him. Your Dad is working later tonight it seems.” She patted my knee and walked out of the room.
I would sleep again, hugging Freddy close to myself. The pain medication hadn’t begun it’s effect yet.
I would wake up at 12AM to silence.
Dad wasn’t home yet.
Just work again… just dad and his work…

LOG 5

Every day is the same…
My dad and step mom were both gone when I woke up.
My brother rushed off to school without making food or saying goodbye.
And so I would sleep.
Courtney didn’t come home today, but at 4PM, my brother came home. He sat at the end of my bed and we did our homework.
My lungs were in so much pain by 8PM and I didn’t know where Courtney kept my medication. My brother told me there was a present for me. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a purple plush rabbit.
“This is Bonnie. Take good care of him.” He patted my knee and walked out of the room.
I tried to sleep, hugging the gang of plush toys close to myself. I was coughing up red, and it stained my pillows. I didn’t sleep. At 12AM, still just silence.
Maybe he was still at Freddy’s…
Just work again… just dad and his work…

LOG 6

Every day is almost the same…
My mom and dad weren’t home in the morning.
My brother rushed out the door crying.
I still couldn’t sleep.
Courtney didn’t come home today. Neither did my brother. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.
By 8PM, my vision was fading. I couldn’t get up or even move. Somebody came home. They told me there was a present for me. They reached into a bag and pulled out a golden plush bear with a purple hat and bow tie.
“This is Fredbear. He’ll take good care of you.” They walked out of the room.
Blood soaked my bedding and Fredbear seemed to stare with soulless black eyes. At 12AM I heard a voice whisper.
“Don’t worry. I can fix you.”
Just work again… Just death and his work…