addiction to cocomelon

chapter one the beginning

Hello, I'm... You know I don't need to share my name, for your safty, but even though I'm free I still hear them in the walls trying to lore me back into the tv, hearing those sound of horrible nursery rhyme in a accent no one can understand. I'm here to tell you my story, so u don't make this same mistake. And my story all begins when this satin show first entered in YouTube.

It was 2006, I was 14 at that time, and I was citing slices of cheese in the kitchen. There a few feet away was my little brother, I miss him so , he had blond hair and blue eyes and thoes eyes where lock in to the tablet, I heard the theme song play, tra tra dadada da  cocomelon do do doto do, I smile softly happy to see my lil brother entertaining himself.

I slice a few slices of cheese for my little brother and went up to him * "here u go my lil pog champ " I said with a smile but, he doesn't respond, I shook him again "hey bro,  you ok, that not very pog champ of you. But I stopped I notice his fingers inflated and purple, similar to that of thanose voluptuous forehead. I knew he wasnt breathing I call my mother, MA HELP HELP, she run in looking nervous, " what wrong you Susy baka! " I showed her my bother and she quickly ran to the phone. My brother sadly didn't make it that day.

Doctors count find anything wrong that could have caused his death, but they assume there was a bug in his lungs that cause it. I use to believe that too but deep down I know new, that wasn't the case

And sadly he too wasnt the other one who passed, next was my mother, died from a car crash, my father listening to his favorite podcast, then my grandma, a hole school blew up, and my grandma, of natural causes. And everythime they died all I heard was that song. Tra ta ttatatda..... Cocomelon.
After my families death, rumors spread that i was secretly a killer, dispite no evidence of said murder, but they still believe them, one of which was my ant. Dispite her dislike i was force to live with her l, fearing for her life, she force me to live in the basement and only come out during the morning to eat my two meals, or go to the bathroom, until 2015 where they installed on, to limit my exit time. Even then it was useless because they soon kick me out of the house when I turn 24.  Being 24 was my best life, I lived in a small apartment, I was able to eat apples, my first phone, and no cocomelon until.. 2020, my 29 birthday.

I notice cocomelon started becoming a trend, memes and all that, and getting onto Netflix. When I turn on the TV in my room I see it as my recommendations. Everytime I saw it I would remember my brothers death, even the main character Jacob  jingleheimer  Schmidt, look just like him. Dispite my sadness I couldn't help but.. Be Lord by it. Like it calling me to watch it

After a hole week I gave in, and I regret it, I turn on the TV sat on my old mattress bed and watch  cocomelon and there I was hit with a trance when I heard that theme song one more time.

I couldn't stop watching, no matter how horrible it was I just kept looking l, I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't even blink, my eyes kept watching these budgy ugly fat like kids sing about the wheels on the buss with their broken English. Until I snap out of it, I look at my phone, what felt like hours of watching turn out to be a hole month, pain rush through me of hunger and and pain but  that wasn't my first painful experience, it was only the beginning