Can You Hear Me?

"Shhh.. Lina. We can't talk.. Or else we'll be eaten like everyone else," A voice whispered to her teddy bear, clutched in thin arms that were pale and trembled. A mad giggle followed the statement, quickly muffled behind a grimy hand. Blood streamed from her fingers, and ink streamed from her skin. She must have been once beautiful, but now she was pale and thin. She rocked back and forth, giggling madly, her teddy clutched in her arms. Her crazed eyes darted back and forth throughout the dark room she was in. Suddenly, she fell silent, for there had been the sound of footsteps above. Her eyes, filled with insane laughter, were now filled with eternal fear. She shuffled rapidly to the corner, trying not to touch any of the dead bodies that surrounded her. Bodies of kids that were also once full and whole, but now were empty and gone. She didn't mind them though, for they were her best friends. The ones that she talked to when she got lonely. The ones that listened to her when she talked. The ones that laughed at her jokes with soundless giggles. The best thing about them however, was that they never moved. They were always the same, always young, always cold. Their eyes never blinked, their mouths never moved. But they were still amazing friends that laughed and listened and joked.
A door opened at the top of a tall staircase, letting light fill the room. But she shuffled into the corner, where the shadows covered her form, flinching away from the brightness as if she had been burned. A boy came down the steps, cruel laughter following his form, but the cackles disappeared when the door slammed shut, leaving him in the room with her.
"Hello?" he called out, his voice trembling with fear. She could hear his scared heart stuttering all the way from here. She could hear the quick, rapid beats, that beat even faster when she, dirty and grimy, called out to him,
"Over here!"
The boy's head whipped around, searching through the dark for the owner of the scratchy voice. And his face relaxed when she came forth, smiling and her teddy dragging from her limp fingers.
"You're just a kid, you're like me," he whispered, relieved, hurrying toward her form, but stopping quickly and staring when she held out her bloody fingers.
"Is that yours, are you hurt?" He asked, and oh, his voice was filled with concern. His sweet, sweet eyes filled with loads of it, and it was all for her!
"No," she answered simply.
"They told me I'd meet a monster down here, that it would skin me alive," he confessed, wringing his hands together, looking worried.
"Oh, you will!" She giggled, her voice rising to an insane laugh, and she fell to ground because of it, holding her sides and rolling around, her teddy still clutched to her heart.
"Where?!?!" He asked, his voice now filled with panic, his head whipping around to check, if the evil monster had snuck up behind him, and was ready to drag him down. But his eyes then widened as he found the monster in his sight. And in its hand was a shiny new gun, now stained with the blood from its hands. It cackled and then it raised the gun, watching him back into a corner. He pleaded, he begged, he screamed for help, but nothing would work. It smiled and pulled, and a bang echoed throughout the room. His body fell, lifeless, and he hit the ground, dead. But still the monster kept shooting, it's eyes filled with joyful glee. It pulled the trigger again and again, ignoring the sounds it made. Finally it stopped, and it went to his side, and crouched down by his motionless face. It shook his face and gently whispered,
"Can you hear me?"
The boy's lips curved up into a smile, though anyone else would have seen nothing else. He laughed and then he clapped his hands, enjoying their little game. The monster went back to the corner of the room, the gun still in its hand. It sat down and pulled something to its chest. A teddy bear. The girl laughed and pushed the gun she was holding into the teddy's back, easily concealing it inside the bear, among the stuffing. The girl smiled, her teddy bear clutched to her chest once more. Her lips opened to make a comment to her friends, littered about the floor, killed by the gun that was now in her teddy bear.
"Of course there is a monster here. That monster is me."
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Authors note
I can safely say that is the most depressing thing I have ever writtenI am not depressed, this was just a dare given to me by a friend. I'm not very good at this genre and it's not my thing. And just for clarification, 'she' was the girl, 'he' was the boy, and 'it' was the monster, who was actually the girl. I hope that made sense 😂😂😂. Thanks for reading!