• 11:56 AM • Luke's house •
Together all three of them watched Beetle Juice
Tate and Taylor made sure to keep a distance
Timothy thought for a second
Wherever Luke works, there's bound to be a lot of people
"I..have to use the restroom"
And so Timothy went towards the restroom
But he didn't enter, he snuck out the back door instead
He opened the back door
He tried his best to stay quiet
And neither Tate or Taylor heard a sound
Once he was outside and the door was shut he smiled
He thought he'd never see the clouds again in that house
He missed the grass and the warm sun on his skin in the summer
He missed this
But he didn't stay long before running away
Running away from that dreadful house
Sasha was right
It may have seemed like the house was in the middle of no where but civilization wasn't far
He saw a small building with the words 'Physical Therapists of Florida'
He took his chance to run inside
Hoping to see someone
Anyone that could help
Whomever was supposed to be at the desk to check people in for their appointments, wasn't there
So Timothy did what he thought was best
He went inside the clinic to see the therapist, maybe he or she could help him
He was only doing what he thought was best
Timothy went pale when he saw the therapist eating his lunch
The therapist looked up to see Timothy
"Baby..what are you doing here?"
Timothy gulped, he hadn't said anything
He now regretted not asking Luke his occupation
Neither of them moved an inch
Until Timothy ran to the door, hoping to escape this monster
Just as he touched the door knob, Luke pulled him away from the door
"You're sick! Let me go!"
Luke chuckled
"You think I'm sick?..Well you're no saint either"
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In the Eyes of Death
Short StoryA boy named Timothy whom lives in a small town where everyone knows everyone suddenly has his world crushed when those close to him start dying