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I love you like the stars love lonely eyes on seven consecutive Friday nights, I, I love you like the dog hates the leash and the leash loves the dog, like I love nothing else at all, I love you like the kings love to lose and Demarcus cousins love to ask the refs what he do, oh shit, I love you like my dad loves my mom before they realized they don't love each other at all
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We stayed out and theorized for hours. My mind was pretty much fried it felt to try to find more clues. Since, I mean, the first clue was directly given to us.

The sun was setting, going to sleep and dispare as the moon will shine out to us and dance with the stars.

Me and Henry were back in my room, still thinking about it.

"Ugh! I just...I..let me just draw and think myself." I said as I walked to my back pack, getting my scetch book that I only use as an emergency since I can't really afford a new one.

I grabbed the best weapon, a pencil and sat on the edge of the bed and begin to do a rough sketch.

I breathe through my nose and force my eyes closed. I open them again and begin to roughly sketch. Thinking to myself in a peaceful way. I drifted into my own thoughts and memories that haunts me.

Like holidays. How I despise holidays.

The hatred that stains my heart and soul. The memories of jealousy, the pain, the anger, the fears.

And the feeling that eats at my mind, the feeling of wanting to scream at Henry before. When we were Best friends. Maybe my complements aren't blunt enough or the "I love you" s didn't state my real love for him. The knowledge of knowing he likes some other girls that would love him better. Why wasn't I good enough? Maybe I wasn't smart enough or pretty enough, jealousy sprung up at me and ate me a few years now. I mean, the song I felt towards him, the one I could relate to, he related too. That made me so sad to listen to and upsetted me.
Crying sometimes even.

I sighed, full of anxiety.

He is mine, right? I mean, I kissed him? Or am I a fucking fool? Probability of it, me being blind towards loving him.

I fully stood up and grabbed the cigarette box on my dresser and pursing my lips with it, trying to find a lighter.

I made a weird face and pulled it back when the cigarette didn't feel right.

"What the fuck is this Henry?" I asked, looking at the fully white cigarette looking thing.

"It is....it's a candy cigarette...you know, better then the ones that gives you lung cancer? Also, don't bother looking through the box, I threw them all out and replaced them." He smiled proudly as he confirmed he did it.

I sighed and threw the box across the room in fustration. I slid my back down the door, like a five year old would, and stared at the ceiling.

"We should check the attic." I stated as I look back at Henry.

"W-what? Scar, think of a horror movie, they all die if they go in the basement or attic!" Henry said with a poker face.

I laughed at him. "Henry, this isn't a fucking horror movie or fucking book where a person is making a destiny for us, this is fucking real. It is called life, and if there was a person telling a tale of us, I would beat their damned ass, because they gave me a shit life. Anyways, the attic is where the teddy bear came from, don't you think we should check it out?"

Henry made a face at me. He side and pulled his hand through his hair, debating on this.

"When?" The one word Henry can say it seems.

"Now, it is the only time I think is perfectly good. "

I stood up and glance at the portrait of me, a quick one, before stretching.

And without a fight, we face the attic.

The door greeted us, proudly, with it's chipping white paint and rusty door knob.

I turned it as quitely as I could ever, and it screeched painfully in response as I open the door fully, then the creaky wooden stairs met us. They seem pretty stable to go on and climb up to see the attic.

I begin to step gently as I could on each step, holding my breath.

When I saw the attic I finally let go of the breath I held. The room was painting in the darkness, so I reached out, trying to find the light switch, with Henry.

The fear was rubbing against my stomach, creating a friction and irritation in my stomach that a shape shifting monster will grab me easily and eat my organs slowly as my screams become into mumbles and my body will rot in the silence and my soul will rot in the bottom less pits of hell.

I finally touched a feeling of a lightswitch, and flipping it instantly.

My pupils went through dialation as the lights flashed on.

I rubbed my eyes.

"Henry?"

I opened my eyes to see Henry standing a few feet away.

"Yeah?" He stated back as he faced me.

I shrugged my shoulders at him.

"Let's find a fucking new clue and get the fuck out of this fucking scary ass place." I stated and began to look through a box near me.

The attic is pretty space-ish. There is two windows next to each other in the corner and they shown they black, mysterious sky.

The walls were painted a basic white with a fake wooden floor, and the room is filled with cardboard boxes, stacked or singled.

The room was also hotter then all the rooms, possibly hotter then outside because of installation and such, which made me sweat even worse then before.

I huffed and tried to rummage through things, quickly, but fully.

Hours passed before I screeched.

"HENRY!" I yelled as adrenaline pumped through my body.

Henry had jumped at the sound of my voice, since we stayed silent for the searching.

"What?!?" He said, running over.

I grabbed the paper and shoved it at him.

"LOOK!" my heart raced.

"Residents of Jackal,.......the family,..... seems devastated, as their child, Anna......has been......if you see anything, contact Kayla Johnson, in the township"

Some words were faded from the yellow page, which looks older then me by a few years. My father enjoyed to collect newspaper and keep it as a fun collection.

Or something to roll up and smack me when I answered something horribly wrong to him.

"Holy shit...I was about to show you something, maybe not a clue, but a memory for you!" He said with his signature soft smile.

"Show me!" I said, gripping the piece of paper, like my life depended on it.

With my open hand, Henry grabbed my hand softly and pulled me to the other side of the room.

He let go of my hand and pushed a few boxes away, showing a wooden crib.

The lights flickered a bit and I had a chill run down my spine. The whole situation gave me creeps.

"Let's go downstairs Henry, before the lights fully go off and we have to stumble down the stairs." I said, fully ignoring the crib I glanced at.

Henry nodded and made his way to the stairs, as I was behind him.

As I was walking down the creaking steps, pressure like pokes were on my back as the light flickered worse then before, things were being thrown around the room, violence was swirling like a storm in the room.

And then the lights went completely out, and small hands grabbed my shoulders.

"Open the door Henry!" I cried out as Henry jerked at the door knob that wouldn't open at all.

Come play, come play, come play with me, play.....play with me

The voice mumbled near my ear, and the force of the hands pulling me backwards into the attic.

The light of the hallway shown at my eyes and I cried out louder.

"HENRY HELP ME!" Tears formed out of my eyes as my resistance was slipping and I was being dragged back fastly, and the hands were digging into my shoulders, having a warm feeling near them.

Henry turned and quickly grabbed my ankle and pulled me down the wooden steps, hitting my bottom on each and every step of the way, before Henry could fully grab my open hand and pull me forcefully.

I cried in the pain brought to me.

Whoever, God I'm sorry, if your out there, please listen to this prayer, and fucking please respond and help me. I can't believe this but...I don't know if I will be able to defeat this...

No response as always, as Henry was still fighting with the shape shifter behind us.

With an idea from that angry prayer, I scream on the top of my lungs, "WITH THE POWER OF GOD, LET THE POWER OF ME COMPEL YOU!"

The shape shifter's  grip let go and Henry and me fell on the floor, in the hallway, and with that, the door shut itself.

"Good job Henry, maybe horror movies do work sometimes...." I huffed out.

I don't know what I believe honestly. But, I think I like to believe someone listens to me when I'm alone and have the space of time to roam. I don't read the Bible nor know that much about God, only a few little things. Me and my parents are just...nothing in religion. I have no clue, I don't believe in the big guy that much either, I think it was something else or so most of the time, then a miracle. But damn right, that shape shifting bitch letting go is a damn miracle....

I stood up slowly and began to limp to my room, as I knew Henry would follow like a lost puppy.

I sat in my chair and put the peice of paper down, and took a deep breath as Henry just plopped on the bed.

"Oh yeah Henry, it is a good plan Henry, we almost died Henry, but I promise it's fine and you'll tag along 'cause you love me Henry." Henry mocked my voice.

I couldn't help but to laugh at him.

"Cowboy, how'd you know?" I said with a hint of playfulness in my voice.

He smiled.

"Just a hunch."

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When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye, your just an angel, your skin makes me cry, you float a feather, in a beautiful world, and I wish I was special, your so fucking special, but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, what hell am I doing here, I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control, I want a perfect body, I wanna perfect soul.
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We cleaned my wounds and talked a bit more before Henry glanced over and pointed.

"I didn't know you were that dark with shit, even so, it is good." He says to me.

I raised an eyebrow before turning and jumping.

"Henry, I didn't do... that...you know what, forget it..." I said.

I laid near Henry, a few inches away, on my back, too tired to change or care, and looked at the ceiling.

"....do you think Kayla Johnson is still around here?...maybe we can find something there..."

I look over at Henry who had his eye shut. He sighed.

"....yeah...I think she would be here still.."

I nodded at him.

"Yeah, I think so too." I said.

With that, he smiles and wrapped his arms around any waist and pulled me closely, like I was going to disappear easily, like a paper bag in the wind.

I closed my eyes and held my breath and counted backwards from ten, slowly drifting away.

Slowly being placed in my thoughtless dreams.