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This mentions suicide, killing, death, and imaginary friends who are bad? (I don't know how to explain that one part). If you get nightmares or scare easily, I highly recommend you don't read this.
"What have you done?" the headmaster bellowed. All eyes now turned to me as he stood over the lifeless body on the playground. I didn't do anything to her, I didn't even know who she was. He yelled at me, hence why everyone looked at me, but the funny thing was, I wasn't near the playground at all.
"Who are you talking to, Headmaster?" One of the kids asked him. Ah, yes. No one can see me, should have mentioned that also. To all the kids, I wasn't there. But to the headmaster, I was. It was always interesting, choosing one person to be able to see me 'til their death. Some kill themselves, others accept it and ignore me. But one continuity of this condition of mine was that everything was so meaninglessly placid. People were content to never change, even if the reform could benefit them. So the most sinister people were the least likely to change. Or so I thought.
This man was like no one I had ever come across. He didn't ignore me nor kill himself. He would talk to me a lot as a young child and every now and then. But this? This was different. The girl who laid there motionless, died at the hand of this man.
"I didn't do anything, this was your own doing Charles," I reminded him. None of the kids could hear me either, but my point got across to the man. He looked down in shame and denial. The kids all started heading inside with some teachers, so they didn't become the next victim.
You see, anyone was susceptible to death at his touch. And it all stemmed from my presence. It's so strange to me that he hasn't connected these dots yet, but I suppose that this is simply his norm. I guess that makes me his mere, unrelated imaginary friend. But my life wasn't always like this. I am condemned to the earth forever now.
You might be wondering, but why? Well, that's a story for another time. (Should I make this an actual story? Let me know!)
Anyway, those who can see me also have an ability to either kill people at touch, sight, or just deal with me. The third option is the most preferable, but what is the fun in that?
(I once again thank my study buddy for helping me with this work of art. I'm glad they didn't question the fact that I included Fury and Goose into my work. We both got really excited over Goose being included in the story. I actually might make this into a fanfic, but be warned. It might sink or swim.)
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Short Stories I Made in Class
Cerita PendekI'm planning to put any and all stories I write in my creative writing class here. I will put warnings if there is anything that might trigger or make anyone uncomfortable.
