Today we held the funeral for Mason. I got sick of it quickly. Everyone was saying I'm sorry and he shouldn't have died so soon. I got so sick of everything they said. I felt like yelling that it was all my fault. Or that I basically killed him. But I never did. I knew almost no one there. My mom and Jason were the only ones I really knew besides one of my cousins.
I still couldn't get the image of his body out of my head. We looked under his coat after he passed out. His white shirt was stained red.
I hated the sounds of everything, people talking and music playing, sobs and cries, even laughing when someone told a funny story about Mason. I told a few stories myself and that was the only sound I liked, my voice, the same voice that Mason heard a million times telling him jokes and teasing him. Mason never deserved what I did to him. Mason never should've died, I should've died.
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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...
