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Thin. Pale. Silence.

By KAYLIE KING, 12 ~ Community Middle School
Posted 10/26/19

There I was, in the darkness of my bitter, cold, grimy room. The stench of old, rotten perfume fills the air around me. My lungs feel like there are ten thousand bricks stacked up, making it hard to breathe. My eyes feel like a neverending waterfall...

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Thin. Pale. Silence.

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There I was, in the darkness of my bitter, cold, grimy room. The stench of old, rotten perfume fills the air around me. My lungs feel like there are ten thousand bricks stacked up, making it hard to breathe. My eyes feel like a neverending waterfall.

When I think about the passing of my good friend, I feel the pressure on my heart pressing and pressing, harder and harder. My friend was a thin, pale girl. She was perfect, almost like a doll. We would play together every day.

One day, it was like she just disappeared, out of thin air. She never said goodbye, or anything. I would just drown in the fear that I would sometimes see figures in the light. It was like I would hear her voice in the silence of the night. I was walking through the smelly halls of my high school, when I heard a loud scream, then silence. Everyone disappeared.

Silence. Thin. Pale.

I stood in the hall of my high school, face-to-face with my best friend, well...I thought she was. I ran down the hall, with her behind me. I made it to my house thinking I had lost her. She came chasing me into my room. I put my head in my palms. I noticed a dark substance on my bed and hands. I looked up and she was gone. I tried to scream, but my voice was missing. I tried to move, but I was tied up.

I looked around and she was there, in the corner of my room. She told me how I ruined her life and never wanted to see me ever again. She told me that since I ruined hers, she would ruin mine too. As I sat on my dusty floor, I saw handprints leading up my wall, then they were gone. Then I heard laughing, as if we were playing. My drawer opened, something fell out. The power went out.

Silence. Thin. Pale.

She tried to tell me something once more, but I couldn't understand her. All of my thoughts went down the drain and I couldn't understand anything. All I could think about was that I might not be living here much longer. Days and days went by and everything kept repeating. When I slept, she woke me up. When I would be doing work, she would be there, she was always there. I always would wonder how I ruined her life. I honestly had no clue.

It was almost like she was jealous of me, but she never acted like that when we were younger. The only weird things she would do was, wear some of my clothes or wear her hair like mine. She was kind of weird around people, like she wanted to be perfect. She would stay up late doing everything I did. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Closer to the time she disappeared, she never really talked to me as much as she did before.

As I woke up from the worst nightmare ever about my friend passing, I see a figure flash before my eyes. Old rotten perfume fills the air around me.

Thin. Pale. Screams. Silence.