What you think is there, sometimes it really isn't there. But sometimes it is. We have small demons inside us that feed off our dispair and rage. When we are this way, the demon grows stronger, and it does unspeakable things that you have no control off. We can't help but have this demon, its here with everyone, even with the nicest people. We all have a weak spot, and that demon is it.
Jerome's POV
I stare at the blurr of the child standing in front of me. A wide grin upon his face and his knife in his grip. A small child of the age 11 it seemed, with blonde hair and brown eyes. His clothes were dirty and covered in mub and leafs.
"Please.." I held my hand up, trying to make him lower the knife.
He tilted his head. "Do you not want to die? Do you not want to get the sounds out of your head? To leave this hellish world we live in?"
He toyed with the knife, putting his finger on it and testing how sharp it was. He removed it, and blood had dripped from his finger. And he smiled.
"I love the color of blood. A brightish color when drawn, and then a dark crimson color when dried. Very pretty, very pretty indeed."
My heart kept beating, and he kept talking. I didn't interrupt him.
"Honestly, I haven't seen it for awhile. Its been, what, three hours maybe? Four? Ah well," he crept closer, "Luckily, I'll see it soon enough."
I flinched. "Please, just leave me." I whispered.
"Why?" He asked. "Why of all people, why should I pity you? I didn't with the others. They at least died with honor."
"I.. Its most likely I won't survive a few more days. I-I might starve or die of thirst. O-or this infection," I pointed to my bandaged eye. "Please, please just leave me alone."
He frowned. His frown was almost as big as his smile. "But if you die that way, how will I be able to see my favorite color?"
He walked up right to me, and put the tip of the knife under my chin.
What do I do? What do I do? If Mitch was here, he would already dealt with this kid. I thought.
He smiled, and put his hand on my face. "Pretty face, isn't it? Just a bit scuffed up, that's all." He sighed, "but it'll be pretty again, soon enough."
I closed my eyes, and felt blood trickle down my chin and onto my throat. I braced my self for it all too end.
A pluck sound came from above and then came gurgling sounds in front of me. I open my eyes to see the kid with an arrow in his next and blood squirting from his wound. Blood sprayed my face and on my clothes. He made a soft thud as he fell.
My heart started beating madly and I panicked. I looked around to see where the arrow came from, but I couldn't see anything. Then another pluck and an arrow zoomed at me. It hit the ground.
I shot up from the ground and ran, grabbing the bag next to me. Another arrow zoomed at me, hitting the bag. I ran into the deeper part of the forest, away from the archer. My heart beat was in my ears, deafing me from my surroundings and my heavy breathing.
This is just how I started here, afraid and running to god knows were. And not knowing where Mitch is.
