I woke up. Blood was staining my shirt. I was fazed.
Not again, I moaned. I lived through my latest suicide attempt. Why? Am I needed for something by him?
"Toby!"
A voice brought me back to my senses. It was my least favorite person in the world. Kendall.
"Another attempt? Jeez, just quit it already. Your life is hopeless..."
It went on and on and on. I stood it for about as long as I could. I was hopelessly aggravated.
I punched him in the face. He simply stood there. At first I didn't even notice the cracks in his face. I did when he turned around in terror.
He vanished right before my eyes.
At first I just stood there in shock. Then I ran as fast as I could. My mind continuously told me to keep running. My body was burning as I ran even faster. Then my chest started to hurt, and I stopped running. The pain grew and grew and grew until it was unbearable. I screamed in pain but no sound escaped my lips. The flames enveloping my bodies did the talking for me. The last thing I remembered before passing out was that everything around me- and including me, was burning beyond repair.
Later I woke up in a room. My body was charred and burned.
"You won't die."
I turned around to face the man who assured my prolonged existence had a hood surrounding every part of his face. He was entirely dressed in black and no physical features were left uncovered.
I only had one thing to ask him. I would have panicked, but I knew this attire looked familiar to me. As soon as it all hit me, my arm was burning. But it was a soft flame. And I held it in the palm of my hand. I was determined to find answers. Any way I could. I forced him to the wall and asked in a soft and dangerous voice, "Who are you?'
The man smiled and made a move as if he was about to remove his hood.
im scared
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