I walked up the stairs to the second floor of my house. I knew it was a horrible mistake. I knew nothing good could come from going up there. He either never let me in or never let me leave. Once he said he could get me in trouble earlier, my fate was sealed. I was a little perfectionist, so I never wanted to do anything bad or make anyone mad. So, I went up there. Mom and Dad were asleep downstairs and it was just us. Me and him were alone.

Sooner than I knew it, I saw nothing. I could still open my eyes, but it was like a void. It felt sickening. I saw the chair that was in his room. I was sitting on it, with a light tan rope tied around me. He must have gotten a new idea. I sat there for a long time, having the green liquid come back on my skin. More handprints. It stung and burned, but I felt like I always owed him something. I always tattled on him after all, and he always got in trouble because of me.

When I saw reality again, I was back in my bed. More green liquid was over my body than before. It burned and stung into my skin again. It hurt. This time, a few rope burns were on me, and the green marks were also stained on them too. I just looked up at the ceiling and covered my eyes. Remember, you owe him for being a snitch.