April 19, 2016A Chapter by Blut Gemalt Rosen
This morning: Well. It took place in a schoolhouse, a big one.
Some sort of attack happened. Me and this kid named david pretty much rally and collect brave students to fight this force off. It works somehow. I end up looking for him at the outdoor student gathering place when it's all said and over with. I remember him grinning at me but when i temporarily left the place and came back no one knew who i was and he wasn't found. So i go back to the schoolhouse to look again and find him in the hall- being i wanted to talk to him... but when i call his name to have him stop in the hall- "Who are you?" And he just walks by... Frantically digging in my backpack for the slew of notes i had from him but none of them were there... Feeling depression set in at the realization the entire travel just reset... i made myself wake up. This afternoon: I thought it was a game. I remember starting it. I walk out of the yellowy tower room that us my bedroom. I walk out and across the road and courtyard - walked up to the schoolhouse and open the door. I hear talk of a story section in the classroom- i go upstairs to the farthest room that's lit up. The same. Boy. Is in the front... Looks at me funny... I leave not waiting for the teacher. I watch the glowing eyed madness returns cheshire-like figure speaking with him outside the room- and he lets the cat-thing scratch the back of his hand with a single claw. Seeing HIS eyes glow i just gtfo of the school. I walk out seeing a jet black cloud twist and tentacle across the grey sky. I press restart.Im in the living room. With the room mate looking at me funny. The school is full of disgruntled pigs. I run back to the House and my room is locked from insideI ask the roomie wtf is going on. He looks worried. I walk out and im in a blue dress....He follows me to the school "did you do the story?? " "No.." I go up the stairs to go to the classroom to watch the kid get scratchedHis fingers from the tip up start going black and is suddenly upon me and his throat is opening up in my face like its being pulled apart but its black and decayed. I wake from a phonecall © 2016 Blut Gemalt Rosen |
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Added on April 21, 2016 Last Updated on April 21, 2016 AuthorBlut Gemalt RosenLynn Haven, FLAbout**PLEASE REVIEW MY WRITINGS- WOULD APPRECIATE IT** Welcome to my personal corner of hell... the darkest and most insecure parts of my jumbled, fragile, mind- which include anything from brain vo.. more..Writing
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