Dear Teddy Quotes

“He said the only reason I got to have nice things was because I got to be such a nice looking boy. He said when people looked like me. I didn’t need the brains. I just tricked it from people.               I didn’t know what kind of boy my dad meant. My dad said I was that kind of boy. He said it one day I was in the bath and he got his hand on my thing. I didn’t want to be that kind of boy. I didn’t want people to touch me like that. It hurt. But my dad said it’s how to get nice things. If I got to be nice back.”
― J.D. Stockholm, Dear Teddy

“The bad man climbed on me. He put his knees on my arms and sat on me. His knees squashed my arms. He was going to snap them.               He opened his pants. And took his thing out.”
― J.D. Stockholm, Dear Teddy

“dump. I hoped Mr. Ted didn’t get sick too. I didn’t know how to fix sick teddy bears.”
― J.D. Stockholm, Dear Teddy

“I didn’t cry. My eyes tried. But I made it go away. I didn’t want to be a spy after that. I didn’t want to fall down again. Spies didn’t fall down. Spies didn’t cry. Spies didn’t be bad like me. I always got things wrong.”
― J.D. Stockholm, Dear Teddy

“couldn’t stop the crying. I could feel my evilness where my heart was. It scrunched up. I wished I could hug my mum. I wished she would hug me like she did my brother. Maybe then it would all go away. I wished I could be a good boy.”
― J.D. Stockholm, Dear Teddy

“She told me I was five and it was my birthday. I had never had a birthday before. My brother had them. He’d had three, but my mum told me that children from the devil didn’t have birthdays.”
― J.D. Stockholm, Dear Teddy

“Little boy, little boy, Curled in a ball. I know your secrets, I know them all.”
― J.D. Stockholm, Dear Teddy

“His Name Is Ted.   His name is ted But he doesn't understand I lay there waiting Holding his hand   Night has come And I lie and stare I cannot close my eyes I do not dare   I clutch his paw And hold on tight Maybe my prayers will be answered tonight   The floor boards creak outside my door And I know I have been bad Once more   The tears fall Before he starts Another night And a broken heart   He takes my clothes And my soul I cannot get back The innocence he stole   I cry for my mum But she does not come No chance of rescue For her evil son   My teddy bear Held tight in bed He will never tell The secrets I said.”
― J.D. Stockholm, Dear Teddy