Tag.
Everything is fun and games until someone gets hurt,"Tag!" I shout to my best friend, bob. I poke his shoulder then run away.
Bob runs after me laughing.
We are leading a perfect life, as 9 year olds we're doing good...
Everything is alright ...
Bob touches my back "tag ! You're It!"
I see another guy about 10 years older than me leaning on a tree and watching our little game of tag.. Creepy
I ask bob if he wants to come to my house and play there...
Bob nods and we both run to my house.
My home is nothing much, my mom died and my dad is always wasted, we get by...
I turn around and see that same man and tamale bob's hand and run. I close the door and lock it.
"Are you okay frank?" Bob asks.
" did you see that dude following us?!" I asked.
Bob shook his head
The man soon became my friend after a series of events that led bob to leave me behind..
It's okay
My dad walked in and listened into on many conversations that we shared
He sent me into the mental hospital claiming I was crazy ..
The man followed me there
He killed me
So I kill
I slaughter
I break
And I fall
I lost and everything is dead because of my failure I killed everyone around me, including myself.
better to burn than fade away, it's better to leave than be replaced, I'm lost to It.. I'm no match
I hear a constant beeping sound of a monitor and I wake up to see mrs. Leanne and a couple of nurses
I lay there and think about my dream and how it showed some of my past... But echo hasn't killed me yet
The nurses walk over to me then inject me using a needle and forcefully open my mouth and make me swallow a pill
I went back into darkness.
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