You were locked in your room once again, it was the third time this week. This was what your brother, Michael, considered as a prank. The soft sniffles that came from you filled the room. Tears flowing down your face despite not even feeling sad. "He locked you in, didn't he?" You jumped, startled at the sound that came from the yellow bear plushy you held. It's eyes upturned to you.

(You are in the place of the crying child, but you are not him!)