Disclaimer : The settings, characters and plot all belong to me.

Authors note : This came into my head one night but I didn't write it until now. I don't write original fiction that often, but I was often told by my english teacher that I was good at it. So this is dedicated to my english teacher, mainly the one who taught me in year 10 and 11, but also to those who taught me before and after, for it's thanks to all of them that I love writing. And to my mum, who it is thanks to that I love reading.

Fluff alert... ^^

If anyone is interested, the song I listened to while writing this was 'Remember the days of the old school yard' by Cat Stevens...Yes, scoff at the music I listen to *grins* but I like a mix of anything from the 60's to now. The words don't really fit the story here, but the tone does. Listen to it if you can.

Fluffybunny
By Aura Starfire

My room is the best room ever. Mommy painted it with pink just like the dolly with the hair that gets longer on TV. Daddy says it's too bright for him and goes to his room where it's not all pretty and bright, but mommy says they both love it, cause it's like me. Cute.

I like my room.

I'm there now, my bed's all soft and even though mommy said not to, I'm jumping on it. I don't fall off...It's like I'm flying... just for a moment, then I fall back on and bounce again. I sit down when the bouncing makes me feel a bit urgy inside and reach out for my favourite toy.

Fluffybunny.

He's all soft and cuddly with long ears with bows on, I got him ages ago, everywhere I go, fluffybunny goes and we have so much fun. He talks to me sometimes, but only I can hear. I lost him once and I cried until I found him again.

I couldn't bear to not have him.

I'm still small, so I sit and my feet hang over the bed, the room is tidy, mommy always wants it tidy, but even if it's messy she doesn't mind, says I'm still young and it can wait. So we start to tidy, but then we go and make cakes or play on the swing, mommy is always so nice, she smells of that perfume daddy got her and always smiles.

I love my mommy.

I get off the bed and walk to the door, my hand reaches up...I'm still small, but I grab it and turn. The door opens and I leave, fluffybunny under my arm, always close.

Always with me.

It's quiet, really quiet, but it's early too, daddy complains when I go to their room and snuggle under the covers. But he snuggles back and I know he's smiling even with my eyes closed.

I love my daddy.

The steps are like a mountain...so big, mommy and daddy only put one foot on each step, but I put two. I don't want to fall because mommy and daddy aren’t with me...I might fall over and over till the bottom...I did that once on a hill at the park and cut my knee and scraped my hands. It really really hurt and mommy held me and kissed me on the cheek, whispering in my ear.

"Shh...it'll be ok baby"

I feel safe with mommy and daddy, they love me.

I'm at the bottom of the stairs now...no falling this time.

I push the door that slides...not with a handle like the others. I step into the living room, the TV is on, but nothing's on the screen, just black with white dots that keep dancing around like a ballerina. I wanted to be one, but I can't.

Mommy and daddy are on the sofa, cuddled together, mommy is crying and I want to hug her, but daddy's already doing that...and I can't anyway.

Can I?

I step forward and look at them, if I reach out I can touch them...

I want to be with them.

I hear a giggle and look up, she watches me and smiles, just like I used to do, but I don't want to smile anymore...all gone.

How can she see me...I'm not here anymore...not since that day happened, when I got ill.

Mommy was worried and crying lots, she held me in her arms and daddy rushed us to the car, he looked worried too...but he didn't cry.

Mommy always said daddy didn't like to cry.

But he did.

He cried when I was lying in that bed, the horrible smell everywhere, mommy said it was ante...anit...antiseptic...it was something doctors and mommies and daddies used to make people better.

But I was really really hot and my chest wouldn't let me breath, I had this funny thing over my mouth and it helped for a bit...

But I didn't feel better.

I cried when daddy had to leave, and when they tried to take mommy away, but she stayed with me...never left me, talked to me and held my hand, just like she did whenever I was sick.

Then I started to feel strange...not better, but not worst...my fingers started to tingle, then everything did, the hot feeling disappeared and I felt like I was drifting...

Mommy was there holding my hand and so was daddy.

"It's ok baby...you rest now..."

Mommy was crying...so was daddy...

...but she said daddy didn't cry! Why was he crying...

I tried to call out to tell daddy not to cry, but I couldn't....why couldn't I!

I cried inside...but not outside...

Outside I was lying still, couldn't tell mommy and daddy not to be scared...I didn't want them to be scared.

Then I saw somebody...there in the mix of shadows and light, where it was like a dream. She held her hands out and when I touched them, I knew who it was.

Granma...

But granma wasn't alive...she'd died before I was alive...and mommy said she watched us from heaven...

Shh little one...  She whispered to me, I sniffed. It's ok to be scared, but you don't need to worry...mommy and daddy will be ok, butit’s time to go.

Time to go...what's that mean.

Then I understood...I wasn't going to be better...I don't know why, but I wasn't. I could feel the hot feeling and couldn't breathe.. I could hear sounds, loud beeping and worried voices and shouting...back there...

Where mommy and daddy were...

I look back towards granma...she's smiling and holding my hand.

It's time to go.

Bye mommy and daddy.

I love you.

And then I take granma's hand and walk with her, the pain disappears and I feel better.

But I don't feel happy.

Now I'm here...watching her arms stretch towards me... I don't know how she can see me...but it's not important.

I smile and she does too, much younger than me, but looks like me. Mommy has her hair tied in pigtails just like mine always were. She's wearing what I remember wearing years ago.

It's not surprising though.

I look down at fluffybunny...I still want him...but I know I don't need him...

I give it to her, she giggles again and hugs it tight. I always thought if someone else wanted to hold him, that I'd hate it.

But I don't.

It feels right.

While she holds fluffybunny, I lean forward.

Kiss mommy's hand and daddy's too.

Mommy moves slightly, but she doesn't wake up. Daddy smiles in his sleep and I smile too.

I climb back down. Watch her holding Fluffybunny again.

She'll help mommy and daddy now...when I can't.

My sister will watch over them in the real time, when I do from heaven with granma.

I never knew my sister, but she has Fluffybunny and will know about me.

I hold out my arms and she hugs me, Fluffybunny too.

When I pull away she sniffs, but when I hug her again she smiles.

But I have to leave now, because I can't stay.

But she'll remember.

And mommy and daddy will remember me.

I'll remember them.

I take granma's hand, we both leave. Leave the house where my room is still the same, because mommy misses me. But it will change in time, as mommy recovers and it becomes a new room. But the same thing will lie on the bed every morning. Go where my sister goes, sleep in her arms and be washed time and time again.

Fluffybunny.