lungs burning as she tried to inhale the cold winter air. Crunches in the snow could be heard due to the person who had been following her the whole time. She was running, they were walking as if they had done this chase a million times before.
Images of her loved ones, her memories, flashed before her eyes. Tears pricked at her eyes as she just couldn't seem to outrun the person who was chasing her- she tripped due to a spot in the ground that was a bit more icy than the snowy terrain.
She flipped over to look behind her and let out a loud guttural scream.
and then thump... thump.. thump; the sledgehammer breaking her skull, mushing her brains and painting the fluffy white snow, crimson red.
Her expression, or what was left of it, was a terrified grimace.
I sighed, pulling out my phone and taking a picture of my work. I felt like a goddamn UPS delivery boy. but it was all just a day's work, who cares if I enjoy doing it? It keeps me alive.
I walked and walk, silently surprised at how far that bitch had gotten from the starting point of the chase to her end. I lift my mask slightly to put my AirPods in and listen to my favorite song. Just an average Friday.
As the world around me got less saturated I knew I was getting close to the place that psychopaths call home.
The run-down mansion was grey with a tan-ish undertone because of the nasty substances that had stained the once beautifully white house.
As soon as I entered the house, I could hear all the chaotic noises mixing; laughing, crying, screaming, fighting, and even the silent people were making just enough noise that it all blended into a perfect static choir in my head.
I noticed a group I tend to avoid sitting on the stairs, the stairs I needed to walk on to get to my room. Skully was off in his world, hoodie was seemingly high, and masky.. fucking masky was making the air smell like nicotine like he always does.
"Dog." I heard Masky's gravelly voice say as I passed him on the stairs.
"I also don't have lung cancer," I say nonchalantly, my words muffled by my mask.
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(SO I'm not an artist but I tried to draw what the readers' mask would look like, will give a backstory as to why the word dog is written on it!!)
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