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" I lost my mind I don't mind Where's my mind Where's my mind "
Bellyache, Billie Eilish
The escape artist: Griffin Stagg was abducted when he was trying to lock his bike up. Griffin Stagg was younger than me. He was a nice kid from what I could tell. he was a lonely kid as well. The Grabber told him the same thing he's told everyone else. I'll show you a magic trick.
He woke up in the room confused, afraid, and alone. He got up and looked around it to see if he could escape or find something to help. He didn't find anything. He started pacing just like billy had. He was repeating numbers to himself. He was crying, very hard. His face had turned red from all his crying. He didn't know what to do. He went and sat on the mattress. The Grabber came into the room. "Oh, don't cry, little one" he came towards Griffin and touched his hair. Griffin was too scared to move. After he stopped touching his hair. He begged him to let him go home.
He cried himself to sleep that night. I'm so sick of seeing them all die. I just want to help but I can't I'm not strong enough. He woke up the next morning to a tray of food and a sprite bottle. He was quiet until he left. Then he started to repeat the numbers to himself again. "I'm going to try talking to him" it was silent until told them that. Whenever he gets a new victim we barely speak to each other.
"Only if you're up to it, Queli" "go for it, Jo" they both gave me a small sad smile. I gave them one back. I got the phone to ring. He went to the phone almost immediately. "H-hello" he was scared even more now. "Don't worry I can't and won't hurt you" "Your Jacqueline Ellis aren't you?" he didn't sound scared anymore. He had somewhat found comfy in my voice as I talked to him. "It doesn't matter what my name is but yes, I am. Now you keep repeating numbers right?" "yes" "if you're so scared to forget them. Grad the cap from the bottle and crave it into the wall so you won't forget." "thank you" "don't thank me. I haven't done anything. Goodbye, Griffin" "bye" he did just as I had told him. Maybe he'd get out. That's all I had hoped for now. I don't care about crossing over. All I care about is making sure that no more kids are taken. That the Grabber rots in hell.
The next night, Griffin thought the Grabber was asleep and the Grabber had kept his lock. So maybe he used it to lock the door. So he went upstairs and had to play naughty boy. I cried like I usually did. "It's your last day" God how I HATE those words. I wish I never had to hear them.
Griffin was walking around the room the next day. He was in a lot of pain he was thinking about all the things he'll never get to do. He cried while thinking about it. Hours passed and the Grabber came. He tried running, and we all did but the grabber got him. He died almost immediately as fell he sat up trying to scoot to the wall. Samson the dog. Had jumped on the younger boy making him bash his heading into the black and white titles. I grabbed his arm to hug him before he had to see His lifeless body on the ground. "I'm really sorry griffin" "we all are" he cried so hard. Griffin Stagg only lasted 3 days. A month and a half later the Grabber got a new one.
