Its Been A Long Time Since I Had A Friend. I'm 43 And I'm A Priest At Saint Jude Church.My Name Is Father Tom, Tom Butcher. I Remember It Was Dec 8, 1957, Thats The Day My Brother Died He Wasent Just A Brother, He Was A Friend My Only Friend. That Day I Lost Him To The Devil. He Had Ashma His Whole Life But That Day Me And him Played A Game Of Checkers. I Was 12 At The Time And I Did A lot of Things With My Brother. In a Blink Of An Eye He Was Gaging And Chocking, He Was Dieing. 'MOM! DAD! HELP!" I Yelled. They Went Out, I Checked His Pulse He Was Dead. "FUCK" I Screamed. His Eyes Snaped Open "Your Nexted Tom" He Said in A Deap Voice. There Was a Bat I Had one Option To Hit The Demon Out Of Him Or Let Him Kill Me. I Picked Up The Bat "Your In My Heart Richy" I Said In A Depressed Voice . I Gripped The Bat And Hit Him In The Face With It. "What Did I Do Wrong!?!? I Yelled. My Mom Walked In And Saw Me Crying. That Day I Swear To Myself I Would Kill The Evil Sprits.
