Victim's POV
"This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life"
Ed clasps his hands around your neck. You struggle to breathe. Is The Virus of Life playing in the background? Doesn't matter. Ed's back. How? You thought he was gone forever.
"Let... me... GO!" You shout.
"I'm just doing you a favor," Ed replies with a sinister smile. "Didn't you want to die? Didn't you want to hear your favorite song one last time?"
"No... I don't... HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
Ed laughs. He knows for sure nobody is going to come.
"Guard! Guard! Somebody come over here! HELP! Ed came back!"
"You're on your own now," he taunts. His hands are grasping more and more tightly around your neck. Black dots start to form around your eyes. No.
"This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life"
Not like this. You don't want to go like this.
"This is the virus, the virus of life!
This is the virus, the virus of life!"
In the end, you don't have only two victims.
"This is the virus, the virus of life!
This is the virus, the virus of life!"
You are a victim of yourself.
YOU ARE READING
You Are My Disease
Terror"The only sounds you hear is the man's laughter, the stones striking your body, the weird music playing in the background, and your muffled shrieks. When each stone strikes you, your eyes bulge in agony. Soon enough, every part of your body sears wi...
