I'm just a normal kid. I've done nothing wrong... But the numbers have started haunting me... I dunno if I've just played too much Call of Duty: Black Ops 1 and I'm becoming like Mason, seeing the numbers. But it hurts and I'm scared... I'd take a shower. A normal shower. The shower curtain rustles without anyone touching it, I'd suddenly feel sick and dizzy and then I'd feel weak. I don't know if I'm insane, but it scares me.
I was sat on my bed, watching some MERKMUSIC and Ali-A when someone whispered to me... "5... My name is 5." I span my head around and frowned. The numbers started up again and my head began to hurt like it does when I see the numbers and hear them.
After that, 5 would whisper to me and watch me. I feel like I'm constantly being watched, I'm scared! When I go to school I hide my fear and pain, but 5 haunts me every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day. I want to say I'm insane, but no. I'm not. Not today.
He, or she, stopped... For a couple days. It was amazing. I'd never been so happy for something! It was bliss, not having a headache and hearing some random person recite numbers that may, or may not, be codes. But it didn't last long. 5 was back.
One day, I gave up whining and crying in my head and just let 5 get on with what he was doing. My torture... But even if I gave in, he didn't ease up a bit on the pain. No. He just kept piling it on, and on... Now it doesn't matter anymore... We're both gone.
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Fin's Short Stories
Short StoryA collection of short stories created by a lad who has an eye for... Dark things. A new story will be created when writer has time plus ideas. The stories may suck/ have cussing/ be a bit dark or twisted. Your choice if you wanna read.
