Isaiah

you never existed.

This was the thing with a lot of the old ones where it's like, it's a story with

just the most brutal over like the idea of a naked woman, brutally murdered.

Like that's, that's heavy.

Right.

But yeah, the brutality is delivered by a 14 year old who treats it with the same gravity as he does clown makeup.

It just doesn't matter.

It's the equivalent of kids that were like, yeah, like I set bugs on fire and I think it's, and I hate my mom.

I wish she was dead.

It's like that kind of verbiage, but in a story.

I felt bile rising in my stomach.

I threw the book to the ground, crawled over to the hole in the floor and vomited.

They were right.

There was also a lot of vomiting in these old stories too.

Oh yes.

They were right.

Having killed everyone who ever knew me, it was as though I never existed.

I heard more faint screaming in the distance and knew I had to get out.

I wiped the vomit off my face with my hospital gown and crawled back over to my backpack.

Hopefully they hadn't found my secret weapon.