Yellow laid on his bed. He heard his two friends, who he sometimes sees as parents, snore and mumble. He sighed and got up, looking at the window, which was decorated with small raindrops from the storm outside.
He remembers a night like this, but he doesn't understand why he remembers it.
He just waves it off as a small memory from a dream. He couldn't sleep, it wasn't unusual for Yellow. He needed to talk to someone, but who?
Red never listened, sure sometimes he did, but never in the way Yellow hoped he would. Duck would sometimes be mean about it, insulting him or laughing about it, or change it to be about himself. He didn't trust the objects, everytime he did, it would end up scaring Yellow with horrific images or even hurting him.
He hopped off his bed and walked out of the room, hearing the creaky floorboards each step. He felt tears roll down his cheeks. He was scared about everything. Yellow would wake up abruptly each night because of a "Memory" He has during dreams.
He remembers when the trio drove the dying car around, singing happily and entering the town, he couldn't think of the name, but he remembered how beautiful it was. Though for some reason, his brain thinks he grew up in the town, but Yellow doesn't remember anything of that. He made his way downstairs and sat down at the table. Letting his thoughts take over
He wondered what was up with him. Was he crazy, going insane? Or was there secrets he needed to unfold?
I guess Yellow and you, the reader, will find out soon...
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"It's always the good ones who die young"
Fiksi PenggemarYellow laid on his bed. He heard his two friends, who he sometimes sees as parents, snore and mumble. He sighed and got up, looking at the window, which was decorated with small raindrops from the storm outside. He remembers a night like this, but h...
