Warning: before reading this, you might wanna grab a tish because you might take a ride on the rollercoaster of insane emotions! Enjoy? Also I wrote this when I was 14/15 and I didn't edit it because I'm lazy. Sorry.
I brush my callused finger against the small tree. Blood smearing where my fingers tips had just been. This was new, untainted, not yet used by god's game called life. "It'll be okay right? I mean all we did was murder a man who was only going to slaughter others.." I whisper smoothly to the tree. It gives no reply. ...
"you can check out anytime you like, but you can NEVER LEAVE!"