Me and my friends were playing a game I made up. We called it, escape the Killer! The rules were you had to find items while being hunted so you'd be able to unlock the door and escape the killer! You had 1 minute to do so, but if you didn't, the door would unlock, and the killer would count to 10, and you'd have to run as fast as you could, as the killer now had a gun! But the trick was the killer now knew your every move so there was no more hiding! You had to make it to base before the killer caught you or “killed” you or you're out!

I was selected to be the killer this round. I counted to 20 and waited for my friends to run off, I heard the Pitter patter of their feet and giggled. one I reached 20 I said,” Here I come!” Before skipping off around my house. The first person I found was my friend Katie. She was being really loud in a room and I skipped on in, seeing her feet peaking from under the bed. I giggled before walking out and hiding behind the door, and when she walked out bam! I hit her with the pillow I had and she fell on the ground giggling and screaming, and then laid there as if I actually killed her!

I ran off and looked around, hearing movement in the kitchen but not seeing anyone. I assumed it was my friend Keith as he was a good hider and really sneaky! It doesn't matter tho as I'll just get him later.

The next person I found was my friend Kayla, who was oh so kind to sacrifice herself for Mattie! I walked in on Them finding an item and Kayla spotted me, but before I could get to her and Mattie she shoved the item into Mattie's hand and pushed her into the hall! Damn this double-door room! I gave her a good beating with the pillow for that! She was screaming so loud it almost felt real.

Now it was only her and Keith left, and there were only 20 seconds left on the clock! I spotted Mattie and chased her for a bit, and I almost had her, but when I grabbed her she was crying, which threw me off and allowed her to escape. Why was she crying?it was just a game?

I was thinking about stopping the game but then my alarm went off, starting the most fun part. I'd laugh like I was crazy to add effect. I then counted to ten before speaking,

“Your time is up! Better run!”I scream loud enough for Them to hear before grabbing my toy gun and my tracker I had placed on them earlier and skipping towards the little dots. By the time I got close to the dots, they were already running out the door, and of course, I quickly chased after them!

They were so fast! They almost made it to base but I managed to hit Keith in the foot with one of my shots, maddie tried to help him up and quickly pulled him around a corner, probably forgetting I could see them! When I walked around the corner, Mattie was trying to pull Keith over a fence, but I shot him in the arm before he could, making him fall. I then walked up to him lying on the ground looking scared. He was so dramatic! so I decided to be just as dramatic as I pulled the pillow back out and started hitting him with it. He screamed so loud before stopping, but I kept hitting him.

I looked up at Mattie who was watching with a scared look on her face, she was still crying “Why are you crying? It's just a game” I'd say in-between giggles, but she looked angry now.

I climbed over the fence, about to get her to, when she suddenly hit me! She wasn't supposed to fight back?! She then tackled me, hitting me multiple times with my pillow! “You're cheating!” I shouted as I pressed the barrel of my fake gun and pulled it, making her fall off. I quickly climbed on her, grabbed my pillow, and hit her in the face with it multiple times till she stopped moving.

I stood up off of her and threw the pillow at her face “Cheater!” I'd say, but suddenly began to cough. I covered my mouth and once I stopped coughing I saw glitter on my hand, but the more I blinked, the more it seemed to melt into a liquidy red substance.

“Y-you hurt me..” I said as tears began to fill my eyes, but as I looked back at Mattie, something looked off. The pillow-it wasn't a pillow anymore. It looked like something stuck in her face.

Then suddenly I'd remember. We weren't 10 anymore, and I stopped playing games long ago, so why am I now? I mean, the game was stupid and didn't even make sense!

I'd touch my face, feeling the same sticky red stuff on my face before looking back at Keith, who was now lying in a pool of blood, before looking at Mattie, who had an axe stuck in her face

I fall to my knees, the sharp pain in my stomach getting stronger and my vision going dark as I slowly realize that it wasn't a game.

One day while walking through the forest, I found a fox who looked hurt and scared. I decided to take the fox home with me, treating its wounds and giving it snacks. It was wary of me at first, always bearing its fangs and huddling in a corner, but it soon warmed up to me, letting me pet it and play with it.

We went everywhere together, rarely leaving each other's side. However, sometimes there would be nights where it would leave and not come back for a few days.

Sometimes I’d catch glances of it when it wasn’t looking. It looked sad as if it had something bothering it, but I could never figure out what, as It could not communicate with me.

Then one day, we were walking in the forest, to pick flowers to make flower crowns. It seemed very insistent on bringing me somewhere, so I followed. It led me to a cave, which was weird as I never heard of flowers that grew in them. We’d enter and I'd suddenly lose sight of the fox and start to look around. As I went deeper into the cave, I saw it, a pack of wolves.

They hadn’t noticed me, so I tried to slowly back out of the cave, but then felt a sharp pain hit my back, causing me to fall to the ground as I looked back and saw the fox. The smell of blood slowly drew the wolves' attention as they sniffed around. I stared at the little fox in confusion. Did it lead me here knowing there were wolves? But why? I had been so kind to it. I watched it morph into a wolf, staring at me for a while before letting out a howl. Then it hit me, those familiar greenish-yellow eyes of someone I thought died long ago, it was her.

I watched as she howled, catching the attention of the other wolves before she morphed back into a fox and ran off. As I watched her run off, too injured to move as I heard the sound of movement approaching me, I started to wonder how something so gentle could have such sharp claws.

I remember when I first saw you, walking down the street. I paid you no mind and focused on my own two feet. Then, unexpectedly, I saw you again, this time in class. You looked shy and vulnerable as if made out of glass.

The teacher introduced you to the class, who snickered at the marking on your face.I did not laugh though, as I thought it was cool.The teacher sat you near the wall, a little spot where you’d barely be noticeable, yet I couldn’t help but notice you even without looking at you. When I did look, I noticed how you were always drawing, and how you loved to draw flowers. After class I went up to you, telling you how cool I thought your mark was, but you looked offended, as if I had called you a mean word. You ran off and I stood there, wondering if I had said something wrong.

I remember it so well, as I went home trying to figure out what I had done wrong, but every time I brought it up, you'd always say you didn't remember the part where you ran off. It was always so funny seeing you be so certain that never happened.

Then there was the day I asked you out, I was nervous as if going to a court case for a crime I know I committed. I had brought you a bunch of those little purple flowers that you’d find in the spring when the grass smelled like rain and the weather was almost the perfect temperature. I placed them all in a bunch and put a letter in your locker, asking you to meet me by the water fountain by the park. I was practically shaking when you showed up, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw the look on your face when I told you I loved you. It felt like a dream come true when you said you did too.

The next couple of years were the best years of my life, oh how much I miss the little moments we shared: How we both jumped in joy when we got into the art school we’d been trying for, How you always clung to me each time I defended you, how we’d always tease and mess with each other, and the look on your face when I asked you to prom. I miss them so much.

I would've kept it just the way it was if I could, but things don't always go as planned. Something happened that made me distance myself from you, but I believe it was for the best. I'm sorry, my love. I wish I wouldn't have done things the way I did, I promise I never wanted to break your heart when I told you I wanted to break up, telling you that lie about me cheating on you, that I told you I did so on the days I actually went to get chemo-therapy, that I hated your face and your birthmark, but I believed it would’ve broken your heart less if I did it that way. I thought that maybe if I distanced myself from you if I made you hate me, you wouldn't be that upset about my death, but as I lay on this bed, I realize how wrong of me that was, and I apologize for it.

I'm sorry that I have to leave you in this world like this, and I'm sorry about being a bad partner these past couple of months, but I knew how much you loved me, as I love you just as much, and will continue to love you as my sunsets and I fall into the darkness, as you will always be the light that'll pull me from it, even if it can no longer be physical. I will always love you, and your birthmark, no matter how much you say you hate it, as no matter how much an artist tries to cover up something they see as a mistake, it’ll always look beautiful in the eyes of someone who loves the arts truly.

You will always be a beautiful art piece to me, my love. I'll always be with you from now on, as my soul's resting place is your heart.