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" Listen baby, ain't no mountain high, Ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough "
ain't no mountain high, Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell
The baseball star; Bruce Yamada was abducted after a baseball game he won against Finney Blake. Bruce was a nice boy and most girls swooned over him. The baseball star was taken after me. He was told the same thing I was. Then he found himself in the room, where I died. He would be missed and noticed when he went missing, more than when I did. He knew me and I knew him. We would always wave to each other when we saw each other. We met one day when I was watching baseball tryouts. He had a good hit, and I told him that. And ever since I'd watched him play.
I didn't remember who he was. I didn't even remember my name. I just remembered that I was dead and in the room I died in. When he got to the basement I just had a feeling that I knew him. I felt bad watching him be alone. He tried using the black phone it didn't work like it didn't work for me. He lied about his name to the man. The man found out a day later that it was a lie and that his name was Bruce and he went without food.
The day after that I used all my power to make the phone ring and try to talk to him. He got up and put the phone to his ear. It had static coming from it. "Hello" I couldn't talk it was too hard. He put the phone back hard. He had hope and now it's gone. I tried my best to help him. I was able to throw the sprite bottle by the loose tiles. He ran towards where the loose tiles were. He dug a hole under the loose tiles. A little while after he went to bed. And woke up a little bit later. He saw that the door was unlocked and played naughty boy. The man told him the same thing he told me after playing naughty boy. "It's your last day"
the next night he came down with his knife and his dog. He died the way I did. I felt as if I was reliving my death. I hated that all I could do was watch him die and do nothing. I had to look at a wall while he died. I had to listen to his scream. I had felt so much anger and sadness. Then it stopped and there he was just a ghost looking at his lifeless body. "Hey brucey" he looked at me relieved and with sadness. "I can't remember somethings" "it's what happened when you get here. I forgot my name two days after I was killed. It's one of the first things to go" he started to cry and I hugged him. "It's ok, we'll get through this together, and if he takes any more. We'll help them if we can" we wait for others to come. Bruce Yamada only lasted four days. 5 months after Bruce. The man abducted a new boy.
