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Jesus Christ, how could you let me burn? But if I go to hell, I'll grit my teeth and get to work
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I turned my head back and forth as I passed the people, trying to find Henry with the teddy bear in my arms. I had a few glances as I pushed through, but nothing new. When wasn't I getting glances?

I heard the voice that I recognized easily, Henry's. It was on a speaker as he began to do karaoke.

Thanks Henry for helping me find shit. Your like everyone else it seems. "I am there for you." But then fucking isn't there as I am sobbing on the floor, silent screaming, then yells at me for not telling as I pull out a cigarette. As my hair is fuzzy and my eyes are puffy red, my lips chapped, and my face covered with dried tears. Yeah, you're fucking there, after the spamming of messages and calls, you are sure there.

I sighed as I finally see him, on a coffee table as people crowed him. His smile showed as he caught my eyes on his.

I finally got to the front of the crowd as he kept singing, keeping a calm pace.

"Oh Marie, Oh Marie, in your arms I'm longing to be, uh baby, tell me you love me, kiss me once the stars are shining above me, hey, hey, Marie, oh Marie, in your arms I'm longing to be! Oh baby, tell me you love me, hey Marie! Hey Sammy, come here boy, uhe' Marie? Uhe Marie, Uhe Marie? Qaunto sonnu, Aggio person per te, famme addurmì, famme addurmì, una note, una notte, una notte, una notte abbracciato, una notte abbracciato, abbracciato, una notte, u-una notte, come on boy, what's the matter with you? U-una notte abbracciato, Qaunta sonnu, Aggio perso per te, ha-ha-ha-ha! Famme addurmì, uhe' Marie, uhe' Marie, uhe' Marie, uhe' Marie, uhe' Marie, uhe'Marie!"

As the music stops, he pulls me down as he smiles down at me. I rolled my eyes.

"You done, Louis Prima?"

He laughed and nodded, going back into a serious tone.

"S-sorry, I got distracted, as you could see... I couldn't find anything weird or so....it looks like you did....." He said, out of breath a bit from the singing and anxiety as if I was going to yell. He was looking at my arm that held the teddy bear, full of dust and gunk.

I nodded and pulled me and him out of the house. It felt odd a bit, I will not lie. The feeling didn't feel like you were getting lucky, more like bleeding out. Why does this feeling come now and then.

The lights even flickered a few times. Maybe from all the energy being used, but I don't want to be in the dark either way. I'm not going to die with drunken bastards and Henry, who is too pure to understand
(Death)
Life itself.

As we went to the yard I asked for his phone.

"I-i-i don't feel as confident about leaving this house. We can...we can call the cops and complain about it or so."

And that's what I did as Henry drove me to my house.

I just hoped the feeling and the paper wasn't right. I wish I could save them all. Maybe I'm selfish for wanting the...things, worse then physical people in my house to stop. Those are humans, all going to fucking probably die and I didn't warn a single one. And how I left Jessica in her room, alone, as I couldn't take advantage of her as I haven't touched a drop of achohol.

Stop it scarlet, shut up. It is just something in your house that eats on you and your fears.

New scars of bruises and scars appears on me as every single time
I open my eyes from resting. No matter how much Henry keeps his eyes on me as I sleep, there is a new one. And the pain is horrendous. To the point of screaming awake. Some blood dripping slowly down the wall and I swear on my grandmother's grave, red eyes in the dark window in the night time, watching me. Staring at me. Not only my eyes seeing this, Henry, father, and mother sees it. The blood, the fear, the eyes.

Only my parents yell at me to clean it up, scrubbing the walls for hours till my knuckles bleed themselves. No worry, no problem. Like something clouded their head and makes them feel off.

God, why are you not helping? Why are you letting this demonic shit in my house on top of ending school and having to deal with abusive parents.

The lights from the headlights on the car shinned on my house. The house that I lived in my whole life, that I may leave soon. Only fingertips away from me leaving. Breathing for the first time, like being born.

"Let's do this." As I take a breath and a step out of the car and begin to walk to the wooden door.

One object, one million fears in mind.