No , no ,please no. Why would this happen to me?
The floor... it was. It. Was. Splattered. Blood.
And a pentacle
A blood pentacle.
With MY sentiment.
They wanted me to scream. They waited. They wanted to kill me.
I wouldn't scream.
My mouth was shut.
My body unmoving.
How could they not kill me?
I was in their grasp wasn't I?
Was I already dead?
The heartbeat in my ears were the only thing that convinced me that I was still alive.
I wanted to run away. Far away. All my friends had abandoned me. Alone; I was alone in this. No help. No escape.
I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Alas it wouldn't.
Agitatedly waiting in the shadows is where I saw them. Those eyes. Their eyes spoke the words they couldn't. They wanted blood spilt in that pentagram.
They wanted MY blood spilt.
Every last drop.
Killing MY candle with MY blood.
Not
Going
To
Happen
You
Fucks.
How could this have happened? Where did the time go? I wasn't in there too long was I ? No I wasn't. There must've been a mistake.
I slowly checked my watch making sure that nothing would drain me . I was in that room for 3 hours. Holy God. The time. Where did it go.
How could that be?
I heard movement and that sprang me out of my trance.
The door
It was the door opening. Jack's light brown hair and green eyes popped in this dark and gloomy house, suddenly I felt really safe, his eyes told me to run to him. I did.
Something grabbed my foot.
Oh
My
Fuck
I
Was
Going
To
Fucking
Die...
~~~~~~~~
Sorry for keeping you all waiting and stretching this out farther than what it has to be
YOU ARE READING
Game of destruction
RandomChild's eyes~ A game played by teenagers... you know ... the ones who think they can handle anything. THEY play the game. The game that causes depression, anxiety, destruction and soon enough death The game that kills Allexandra is your normal tee...
