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Die A Little Death

Marty sighed as he stared up at the boring plain ceiling. It was October, maybe two or three weeks before Halloween, where he'd most likely be forced to take his little sister Susan trick or treating.

Right now though, he's just sitting in his bedroom on his bed bored out of his mind. He looked at the digital clock on his night stand to see the time, it read 7:23. Seven twenty three on a Friday night with nothing to do. Oh what's a sixteen year old to do?

"Maybe a walk will do?" He muttered to himself. Yeah a walk would do wonders! 

It's better than laying on his bed bored all night. 

With his mind made up Marty hopped off his bed and slipped on his sneakers. His fair skinned hands tying his shoelaces like an expert. With done he walked up to his door slipping on his brown jacket with maroon stripes going down the sleeves of it.

"Hey mom, I'm going out for a walk!" Marty calls out as he steps out of his room.

"Oh alright dear, be safe!" His mother calls back. "I will mom!" Marty yells before he walks out the door into the cool autumn night.

Marty pounded down the steps of his old rickety wooden porch. He takes a deep breath inhaling the cool night air. He then walks down the path to the road.

As he walked along the road he looked all around him at the diffrent houses and the trees with orange and golden brown leaves swaying in the wind. The moon was out, if Marty had to guess he'd say it was a quarter moon but he didn't pay attention in science. It just wasn't for him.

It was all just so boring. Now reading. Reading was for him.

All those unique worlds and places and characters! You could just get lost in 'em. Which was a good thing considering how flat poor Marty and his mom were.

She barely made enough to get by in this shithole town. Most of the folks in this town did.

He walks along the road examining the cracks in it. Maybe he could be a writer? Yeah a writer...

Then...well then...he could take his mother anywhere. By her a nice house somewhere far away from this shithole.

"Hey Marty!" Calls out a female voice.

Marty looked up to see one of his classmates Angelica Lopez. She insisted most people call her Angie though "it just sounded nicer!" Is what she'd usually say if someone asked why.

She was one of the most popular girls in school. "Hey Angie whatcha doing out here?" Marty asks as he walks up.

He looked around to see that he was at a pretty secluded area, sure it was an intersection but barely anyone came by. There were three houses around though only one had an occupant in it. That occupant was Mr. Sherold, who was a nice if private old man, he was so old and deaf that the world could be ending and he wouldn't hear it.

The house right next to Mr. Sherold's on the right side of the road was for sale but was so old and practically abandoned that it was falling apart. All but one of the windows were busted out from either a homeless person looking for a place to stay or drunk or crossfaded teens looking for something to do. The door to the place had fallen right off its hinges, all in all Marty was surprised that the damn place hadn't just crumpled to dust at this point.

In Marty's opinion it was basically useless to try and sell the damn place. Though the greedy old bastards that held the poor failing town in the clutches of their old decrepit maws would do anything to extort the folks living there for all they were worth. And make as much money as they could before they passed on into the next life.

Across the road on the left side was an actually decent house that was still for sale. It looked to be in better shape than the house across from it but that was a low bar to clear. Afterall the house on the left still had most of its windows intact and the front door was still on its hinges.