My Last Hope

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Warnings:
-Murder/death
-Death threats

Clay's POV

The closet I was sitting in was dark. There was a small gap in it which caused me to look outside to the room in front of me. However, I didn't want to look outside of it, I had to hide myself.

I curled myself up more so I could hide further back, not trying to make any sounds. They weren't allowed to know I was here, I would be in danger.

I looked down at the stuffed bear I was holding. I got him for my tenth birthday which was a month ago. I sighed softly as I pulled the bear close to me. He was soft, rubbing his wool calmed me down.

I looked outside of the closet again, but got even more scared that I already was. The people were screaming so loudly that it hurt my ears. I wished I could lay down on my bed with my bear, but instead I was locked in here. I locked myself in the closet, they didn't know I was here which was probably for the better.

I started moving my legs and tried to sit in another position. My back was starting to hurt since I barely had enough space to sit straight up.

I laid down now and held my bear tightly as I put my thumb in my mouth to calm down. My mother told me that it was still okay if I sucked my thumb now that I was ten. I was very easily scared. I didn't like the dark, nor did I like heights, screaming voices or other scary things. Then I sucked my thumb to calm down.

The voices outside of the closet were getting even louder than they already were. They scared me so badly that a tear rolled down my face. It fell down on my bear and I wiped it off as I hugged him.

I was getting so scared that the tears didn't stop anymore the louder the voices got. And they got louder, they got way louder.

I heard a loud slapping sound, then a scream and a cry for help.

'Someone help me!' the voice screamed out.

I didn't know what to do, I was too scared to get out of here and I had no phone either. My mother told me I was too young for a phone which I understood. I was going to get one when I would go to high school.

'Shut up, stop screaming. It's only making it harder for yourself,' the other voice whispered with a very threatening tone.

It scared me and I had a tear roll down my cheek again. Suddenly I heard loud noises, it caused me to look out of the small gap.

They seemed to be fighting, but the person screaming for help was losing severely. They fell onto the ground with a painful impact. The other stood above them, looking at them with a proud but scary and mean grin.

I didn't know what to do, I wouldn't be able to help them as a ten year old boy. I could come out and stand there, but I wasn't strong enough to fight against it. I would be kicked onto the ground with one small kick.

I stared at the scene in front of me, the person bowed down. They fell onto their knees and breathed quickly but angrily at the same time.

⚠️ Murder/death

I saw their hands wrap around the neck of the other person and I started crying. Tears streamed down my face while I tried not to sob loudly. I had to help, but I had no idea what to do. I was too young to understand what I could do, but too old to not realise what was happening.

The hands got tighter around the other's neck. I saw them kicking their legs, hitting their shoulders. They grabbed the hands around their neck, trying to pull them away without any success.

Instead, the hands got wrapped around their neck even tighter and I saw their face turning from red to almost purple and then to really pale. They kept struggling, kicking around in the hope they would get some air, but nothing seemed to work.

Every movement they made caused the hands to be even tighter around their neck. I was reaching out my hand in the hope they would see me. I wanted to save them, I wanted to help and do something.

Just as I stood up to walk out and do something, I heard a very loud sigh. They stopped kicking their legs, they stopped fighting and their face turned incredibly pale.

⚠️ Over

I wanted to sit down again to hide, but the other person heard me. I got so scared that I started sucking my thumb while holding my bear as tightly as I could, but it didn't help my case.

The closet door opened and they stood in front of me with psychopathic eyes. I started to breathe faster and pushed myself against the closet wall so they would leave me alone.

'Clay,' their voice said in a low but scary tone.

I didn't answer, I was paralysed by fear. They just killed the other person in front of me, I was going to be the next one. I was going to get killed too.

They reached out their hand and pointed to a room. 'Sit there while I clean everything here.'

I glanced at the body on the ground and bursted out into tears. They smiled at me and led me to the door. 'Don't be scared, it's okay.'

I couldn't speak, I was too scared. My heart went so fast that it felt like I was going to die from a heart attack. I looked at them and they grabbed my hand.

'Come, we will go there together. I will call you once everything is cleaned again, but Clay.'

They looked at me and knelt down in front of me with a really mean and scary grin on their face.

'I know you're young, but we have to make an agreement, okay?'

I nodded heavily because I wanted them to let go of me and they smiled even brighter.

'I think you understand that you aren't allowed to tell this to anyone, right? Because Clay? If you do, honey, you'll be the next one,' they said as they pointed to the body.

I nodded heavily and then ran off as fast as I could to hide myself for as long as I possibly could.

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Summary:
Clay is the witness of a murder at his tenth. The person who killed someone threatens to kill Clay if he says anything about it.