Here we were standing in the chilling January breeze every breeze stung our skin like bees
We were eight years old he sat in the threshold of the window I sat in my yard. This was how we were him there and me here. His afflictions didn't bother him yet. It was because he'd not been aloud to come out. Silence grew then he stepped out of his house.
"What is he doing?!! " I thought
His father would kill him if he was caught out
His father wasn't the nicest person
His father would Beat him with the paddle with wholes drilled into it
But he seemed unfazed by the words
The air evacuated my lungs as I realized the smell of iron and his small red stained hands I hugged him and he said it was over he had avenged his mother his mother was sweet but over time circles grew under the light pools of blue only held back by. Windows of shiny transparent iris but they overflowed each night as I sit in my window they gently trickled down cold bruised terain Wich were once warm and soft until that one very night were Kelly's father's fists fresh from the bottle punctured the left side of the cranium and crush her brittle skull
He awoke Kelly and forced him to dig but his dad realized that it would be to obvious and took her to to the garage and froze her until she became stone as the blade touched her skin no splatter only ice they wouldn't go hungry for a while but he wouldn't have to any more
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Me And Kelly
HorrorHis disposition did not threaten him till 6 He once it began The only way we spoke was through message He died later then the story began
