Dummy Paper

>It's been about four months now since your wife, Sarah, died
>She was killed in a car accident, a block away from the house
>Now it's just you and your daughter, Amy
>Sarah's death hit you hard but Amy acts like nothing happened
>She loved her mother, they were inseparable
>You know she's keeping it all bottled up
>Tried to talk about it but "I'm fine, Dad." is all she says
>A friend suggested getting a pet to lighten things up
>Couple weeks back you bought Amber, a fluffy pony
>If Amy wouldn't talk to you, maybe she'd open up to her
>She seemed happy about the fluffy, was nice to see her smile
>After a few days, Amy started shutting her door on Amber
>Only for half an hour or so then she'd let her back in
>A bit odd but this was their routine, well, until tonight
>You came home from work to the sound of crying
>It was comming from Amy's room
>Inside you found her sitting on the floor sobbing, hands covered in blood
>Against the wall was Amber, badly beaten and barely alive
>You sat down next to Amy and put your arm around her
>It was then you saw something in her hand, a photograph
>It was a photo of Sarah taken last summer but it was all tore up
>"She hated it" Amy said "She hated me looking at it and not her."
>She looks over at Amber, the fluffy is struggling to breath
>"It's why I'd kick her out but I forgot...I forgot to put it away."
>"So she took it and ripped it up. Showed me when I got home."
>""Amber give big ouchies to dummy paper" she said."
>"It felt like losing mom again, I-I grabbed her and started punching..."
>You both sit in silence watching the fluffy pony die slowly
>As the night went on, you and Amy talked for the first time in months
>Amber's job was done, you tossed her body in the trash