Nights Like That Never Truly Do Wither

A fanfiction based on the video game, Sallyface.

There are always thoughts shoved far back in my mind that I wouldn't dare say aloud. There are memories and stories I want to be heard but won't budge for the life of me. Maybe it's the lack of awkwardness it maintains, or maybe it's the fear of disgust looks towards me that's keeping me from saying these thoughts aloud. I don't know, but it doesn't really matter in the end. I will be dead by the end of May and there's nothing stopping the inevitable.

I wish that I could run from this; hide, but I can't. It's here. That vicious, blood-driven entity is not leaving anytime soon. It has us in its grip now. Its grip is tight and inescapable. I've always hated this fucking town. This filthy, horrific place. Especially that room, the one I dare to enunciate, Mrs.Packerton's slaughter factory. It ruined me, probably forever. But that's just where it started.

"This smell" I start to say. Ashley
looks over to me quickly, intrigued.
"This smell, it's Nockfell. This is Nockfell."
Human meat, death, and murder are Nockfell.

Side note: In this fanfiction, they are all born in 1976; they are all in their senior year.