Mr. Stanley made his way to one of his shelves, pulling out a normal bottle with a weird looking liquor in it.
He opened the bottle and poured the liquor into a glass, just a bit, before adding a lot of water.I wanted to go.
But what was he going to do with the water? Is it poisoned? Is he going to poisen Ryan with that?
I gulped and stood next to Stanley watching every move he did.
His hands were trembling as he did so and he was mumbling things I couldn't understand under his breath.
He stood up to get to the front door, causing me to sigh in relieve. He carefully opened it, the door knob cracking before it got opened. He took a deep breath and stepped out of his house, I followed him quickly. I immediatly felt the cold air on my dried tear streams, causing me to shiver slightly.
Mr. Stanley walked behind his house and my curiosity started to rush over me as I followed him carefully. What was he going to do with Ryan?
I gulped when he pulled out a big plastic bag Ryan could easily fit in. I felt the urge to vomit and quickly stumbled over my feed to run. Tears were streaming down my face, and I was literally flying over the ground, not even caring that I might fall. Sobbs and screams were escaping my mouth as I made my way over to my friends and sister.
I felt numb and the screams running through my mind were just dull sounds, causing me to cry even more.
Then I broke down on the street, crying heavily, because I knew I couldn't do anything and I knew what he would do to Ryan.
I cried even louder just thinking about the boy. And eventhough I knew that I should go and get help, I sat here, crying and yelling like a maniac.I knew in what pain he'll be.
I knew it all out of sudden.
Because I remember.
And this was something I never wanna remember again.
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What do you think will happen?
Will they manage to get Ryan?
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Death Of Me - Ryden (Finished)
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