The earth is pulsating.
The walls are looking at me.
My legs are gone.
I can't do anything.
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What?
I move my neck.
My sight doesn't change.
I feel the woman tilt her head.
"W— —e y— —— at?"
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Everything is red.
Entrails spread across the floor.
The woman pokes my head.
"H—lo~?
Stained walls on the buildings around me.
Piles upon piles of corpses stacked on the street.
The smell of bile invades my nostrils.
I move my hand to cover my face.
My arms are gone.
Pins and needles.
I can't move those either.
The woman ruffles my hair.
Nobody has ever done that.
"I— o—y~"
The warm feeling of the asphalt doesn't work to make my legs feel less cold.
The ground is rough.
The red on the floor is the blanket I have.
My arms are cold.
It's so quiet.
My limbs are asleep.
I cannot move them.
I cannot move.
Needles pierce my skin.
Looking across my arm, my hand looks blue.
I've never looked so blue before.
Why am I so cold, when the ground is so warm?
My blanket isn't working.
How long have I been here?
My limbs are cramping.
I'm so heavy.
I can't move.
I can't speak.
I can't hear.
All I can see is red.
***
I get ready for the day.
I've found shells in my eggs today.
People are as loud as normal, but it's okay.
It's better than the quiet.
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Today was a good day.
One of my friends talked about butterflies.
I made a new friend.
I helped my neighbor.
Everyone is leaving for the day.
It's time to go to the courtyard.
"Hello again."
I smile.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you! My name is Felix!"
The man in front of me nods.
"I know your name. It's nice to finally speak to you. My name is Jason"
I tilt my head.
"How did you know my name? Are we classmates?"
He shakes his head with a chuckle.
"What kind of question is that? haha. I graduated three years ago."
Oh! That's interesting!
"Wow... that's amazing! Why are you here then? Are you visiting your old teachers?"
He raises an eyebrow.
"No, I graduated from a different high school."
Huh?
"Then... why?"
"To kill you, obviously. Don't you see the knife in my hand?"
Oh! I didn't notice that, haha!
"Oh! I didn't notice, that, haha!"
(What the hell is this guy's deal?)
Red pours from my body.
The knife really did plunge into it.
What an nice guy! I appreciate the honesty!
"You... what the hell is wrong with you?"
My voice comes out weaker than normal. I wonder why.
"I'm *cough* sorry... I don't feel very well right now..."
(Creepy...)
I'm sorry for creeping you out.
I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.
***
"Hello again"
Jason says with a smile.
"Nice to see you again, Jason!"
Jason raises his eyebrows.
"How do you know my name?"
What a silly question! You're such a jokester!
"You introduced yourself to me yesterday, don't you remember?"
(What the fuck is this guy talking about?)
Jason isn't smiling anymore.
"Yesterday? Didn't speak yesterday."
Oh. So you're trying to gaslight me.
You're trying to make me feel like I'm not all there.
I thought we were friends, Jason.
We smiled at one another, and we exchanged names.
Isn't that what friends do?
So were you lying to me yesterday?
"You're such a liar..."
Jason tilts his head. Annoying
"What?"
What? What? Is that all you can say? All you people should just die.
"You said you were here to kill me yesterday, but I'm still alive."
(...This guy is dangerous...)
***
The car screams as its eyes are taken by the brick.
The lumberjack screams in mourning and rage.
The boy who lies takes the weapon.
The sound of explosions rings from the weapon.
The boy misses.
The boy bleeds red.
***
Jason is dead.
My killer is dead.
It was so easy.
***
Jason is dead.
***
Jason is killed.
***
I killed Jason.
***
He shouldn't have lied.
***
I thought you were going to make it end for me.
***
You lied.
***
I'm bored.
***
Every day is the same.
***
I get ready for the day.
Everyone is loud.
I wish they would all stay quiet.
I meet the sloth outside of my home.
I smile.
"Good morning, Charlie!"
The sloth averts his eyes.
"H-Hello..." (Creepy...)
Creepy? Me? After I smile at you?
The day was good.
I spoke to my friend about butterflies.
I'm in the bathroom.
The sloth isn't thinking anymore.
***
I cried today.
***
What's wrong with me?
***
I'm sorry, Charlie.
***
I called my mom today.
She didn't answer.
I called right after she texted.
***
I get ready for the day.
Today will be different.
"What's wrong, kid?"
I smile.
"Not much, sir. How are you doing today?"
(Sir? Do I look that old?)
"Don't call me that, you brat—"
***
"Why aren't you at school today?"
Bruno inquires.
I don't smile.
"I killed someone."
