The Untold story Of Freddy (Updating)

Reminiscing The Past

It's been 18 hours and I still have no sleep. The thought of remembering the guy's words keeps me from closing my eyes, or from blinking if that's possible. For hours I kept on starring at the ceiling, trying to remember each one of my past.

My childhood, my fears, and my first kiss is all that I can remember. But killing or thinking of killing anyone? None. Never. Then I started to remember my Elementary days, but wihout a warning, I slept. Finally.

I'm standing in the hallway, it's dim. I look at the windows, the sky is getting dark. I think it's already evening. Footsteps, I can hear footsteps. Then someone shouted. I can't hear what he says, but I know he shouted something.

In the hallway, I can see a group of boys hitting someone with their bats. There it is again, the shouting, the words, but I can't understand it.

They stood there circling the boy. It's bleeding. It's not moving. It's dead. Their bats were filled with blood. Then it drips.

They opened a locker, a red painted locker. They placed something inside. It's the dead boy. They sprayed something. Then a small sound of hiss came out from the locker. A smoke.

Then the locker was closed. Sealed. Chained. Then blood escapes from the sides of the locker. Then down to the floor. Then...

I woke up from a dream, sweating and shouting. My pillow was stained by my sweat marks. My hands are cold and my body was shaking. Traumatized by the dream. Who could it be? Who killed the boy? And why was I dreaming about it?

I looked at my clock, it's 3:00 o'clock in the morning. Still way behind my waking schedule. I guess I'll have to go to school way early than usual. See what I can find.

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