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The Melancholic Masqueraded Corpse

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*This part is in the first point of view, while the rest is in third...* 

"As I saw Mr. Blanco murdering my dad, all that flashed through my mind were our precious memories, how we would go and do every.single.thing.together.and how I didn't have a mother because she died from an unrecoverable coma for having diabetes...", I thought to myself...

I knew that if I opened her mouth, I would awaken the dead...

"W-what...? No...k-kill me w-with him! NO!!!!", I exclaimed, but...what? What happened to my voice...? No, lemme try again...

Don't be that way
Fall apart twice a day
I just wish you could feel what you say~ - Billie Eilish - idontwannabeyouanymore

But nuh-uh, nothing...so I ran to him and kicked him and got a slap and fell down and starting sobbing...

But as he spoke to me about his family, I didn't know what to feel, I was in agony, from both, my parents and his, and how the world really turned children into imps, no, worse, familiars...

"Which was?", I repeat again, " it's alright...", he must've reminisced his past and his scars are now opening more than ever, know that he is utterly and verbatim speaking about them to the last person he actually should...

"Do you confide in me?", he asked warmly,
and I shook my head and something bit me in my neck, didn't hurt much, but I felt it...

"Why would I trust you after what you did to my dad?", I asked, but I didn't hear my voice, and I gasped and my eyes bewildered.

"You're MUTE NOW SUCKA! DON'T TRYYY!!!! I'LL BE USING YOUR DAD'S CORPSE FOR MY EXPERIMENTS!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!", he regaled while laughing.

"How", I mouthed.

"While we were talking, I sent this chip down my controllable device and injected you with it!

"By the way, sweetie, you will be workin' for me, because, now, you don't have a family, and you needn't tell anyone about what you saw today to get me to jail, right? You can't do dat, how old are you?"

I was too damn outrageous to answer.

"Oh, how about working as a computer programmer, huh? How does dat sound? I'll get ya homeschooled, and then with me and my computers, 'n' I'll be nice, but you little..., just forget about telling a single soul about what you just saw..." 

 And then I heard a loud noise, I couldn't make what it was, it was deafening. The world was stirring and way too blurry for me to make things out. I felt hands on my throat. Then I - was it my voice? Am I the source of the hysterical sound?



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