Perfect_Chaos (2015-11-17 00:09:53)

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"Don't worry, you'll be fine" is what they told me after bringing me to this medical center. Playing tag is one of the most fun things any kid could do, but it's not as fun when you trip over a rock and lose part of your head. It's been a long time since the incident, but now I finally think I can share it without fear.

The enemy isn't some scary person who dresses like a stalker. The true enemy wears a suit and tie, the true enemy has to get ready for school every morning, the true enemy isn't even potty trained. These people told me to lie down and rest. They left the tv on as well.

Not even two hours passed as a nurse walked in. She must've thought I was asleep because she licked her lips and was ready to feast. That's right, this wasn't a hospital, but the building for cannibals. Just then, someone came running out of another room with part of his side gone, with leftovers still on the floor.

"", she said as I made a run for it. The doors must have been soundproof and she forgot to shut it. As I reached for the exit door I saw something that would scar me for life. A head outside one of the doors, ONLY a head. It was still live and looked at me with emotionless eyes. As he blinked I saw a tear run down his cheek, and in that tear, I saw it, all the sorrow, helplessness, despair, and anger, all through that one teardrop. It was the most depressing thing I had ever seen.

The enemy lets their own selfish desires get the better of them, I was one of the few who escaped but what about everyone else in the building? What about everyone in general? This is not some small problem that can be resolved through the police, this is a problem that can only be resolved through our own will.

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2015-11-17 00:11:13

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Katelyn (2015-11-18 11:28:56)

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What are you smoking?

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