"MASON?" Jason yelled as he shook Mason. Then he slowly stopped.
"He's dead..." Jason said, hiding his sadness. Our own brother dead. Jason's little brother, my older brother, my role model. DEAD. I looked at him and didn't see anything, no breathing, moving, nothing.
"How are we gonna tell mom?" I asked
"DON'T CARE ABOUT TELLING MOM WORRY ABOUT MASON DYING!". Jason yelled at me.
How would our parents react to their son being dead? Three kids down to two. How would they react knowing this was all my fault? I wanted to go to this dumb forest! I'm such a failure. I deserved to die instead of Mason! He was a much better child than me. I SHOULD'VE DIED AND NOT MASON! HE DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE FOR MY STUPIDITY! I'M SUCH A HORRIBLE BROTHER! I BASICALLY KILLED MY BROTHER! HOW AM I MEANT TO TELL MOM AND DAD I KILLED MASON! MY OWN BROTHER IS GONE AND IT IS MY FAULT! ALL I WANTED WAS A BIT OF FUN! I DIDN'T EVEN THINK IT WAS REAL! I SWEAR!
"Mason... I know you aren't...here anymore... But I want you to know that I'M SORRY! THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!". I said to the dead body of my brother.
"Come on Noah we need to go home. It's almost sundown."
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in the fall
Paranormalfall is always a nice time, the warm colors, the cool air, it just always is amazing. But in my town, hah! fall is a horrible time. it's colder than winter, bloodier than a car wreck, and filled with monsters. At school there is a weird kid named To...
