We Are The Night

Chapter Four

There was a fire going on but no fire trucks arrived to put it out. We had to bare the screams of the family that had been trapped inside until they died.

They didn't cry out for help, knowing that it would never come to them.

Sometimes the people here wanted to move, but it had such a nice skate park, a modern looking McDonald's with fake fireplaces and nice comfy leather seats, a large library, two Petro stations, and even a nice little reserve twelve miles south called Little Bone.

Sometimes they wanted to move ... but the people who lived here, loved it here. One of the most popular people in the entire world lived here, KPWATTPAD, and tonight, he was going to die because tonight he was going to go outside.

He had grown tired of writing and was old enough now that he didn't care about life anymore. His hair had greys in it. All his friends hated him because they thought that his books had them in it. He had shared his secret with them a long time ago and slowly they dwindled off like the sand in the hour glass that he used so that he wouldn't write for too long.

His hand was on the doorknob. His glasses became foggy (it was still COVID 19, after all, masks on, Stay Safe). The door squeaked under his push, catching on the floor as it had become warped with age.

"Damn door," he muttered under his breathe for the last time.