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there was a disembodied face.
whos face was it?
cutting out eyes and lips from magazines and trying to create something
create what?
someone who looks identical to him
it's been that long already?
no
only a few months
but his perception of time is completely destroyed as he's wasting his life away by remaining indoors and arguing with people online
the disembodied face starts to fall apart entirely, blood coming out of the eyes and nose and mouth
and ultimately crumbling
skeet cannot stop his panicked breathing. he can't get away. no matter how many times he tries to say that it was just a fall out, he knows nobody will buy that
his parents, matts parents, even shiners and galaxies, they all know. they all know what skeet is.
a bright vivid blue clouds his vision
skeet feels the color draining from his face
he can't stop crying, he knows he'll die here and nobody will mourn him because of what a horrible person he is
somebody is screaming
whos screaming is it?
is it skeets?
maybe it's matts
skeet feels his throat constricting, around what, he doesn't know, but he's full on sniffling and weeping now and he wishes he could go back in time and never do that and hug matt and
skeet wonders if he is dying. he doesn't know if that even matters but if it does he hopes he dies a horrible and painful death
skeet hears a tune that he has not heard of in a long time
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skeet covers his ears as it gets closer and closer to him.
h i j k l m n o p
skeet realised something
that his ears are bleeding
but not a crimson red
instead, a vivid blue
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skeet feels the tears increase. he wants to get out of here. hes scared. hes so, so scared.
he looks around in fear despite the fact he's getting more and more dizzy and he feels blood dripping down his ears
w x y and z
now i said my abcs
tell me what you will do with me
skeet wakes up, drenched in sweat. he feels blood pouring out of his nose, and yet he makes no effort to get up.