“Some things are easier to say in the dark,” He started, “Easier to say because you don’t have to see the disappointment on anyone’s face if you said the wrong thing.”
“The wrong thing?” She questioned.
“Stuff like, I need help, or I can’t do it alone,” he paused, trying to hold back a sob.
“And why would that be the wrong thing?” She asked, once again confused as to what the boy ment.
“I don’t know,” he whispers, “It just always has been.”
“Well I think asking for help is a good thing.”
“I don’t think it’s bad either, but my parents think it means someone; usually me, is weak.”
“Well I think your parents are being stupid, being able to ask for help is really brave.”
At this he started to cry, “I’m not even brave enough to look at your face while telling you this, how could you possibly think that?”
“Because it’s hard to admit you need help and it’s good to tell others when you can’t do it by yourself, the people who tell you otherwise are the wrong ones.”
And with that all the walls the boy had built up crumbled as though they were saltine crackers as big fat tears rolled down his cheeks.
They just sat like that for a while in the dark the girls reassuring presence making the boy feel safe for the first time since he was 3.
“I’m telling you he’s the imposter.” I had yelled at everyone that morning. They didn’t believe me, now I have seen the real imposter but I begin to doubt if what I said was true I mean there’s not three the first one said “wait until you meet my friend he’ll get you good.” But I can’t tell people I was wrong they might throw me out. No they need to know. As I near the emergency button the real imposter chases me, I hit it just in time everyone came to see why. “He just killed someone.” I screamed. “How do we know you telling the truth.” Said one person. “Y’a you told everyone it was me earlier today.” Said another. “I was wrong ok but he needs to go.” I admit but it’s to late they decided I was the problem. The last thing I saw was the evil grin on the guys face as he killed the one helping him throw me off.
It was my birthday. And as always we went to fazbear pizzeria, everything was normal, then someone invited us to the back for a surprise. We excepted thinking what could go wrong, we were quickly shown what, he locked the door I didn’t even notice, then out of nowhere he was holding a knife. One by one every one was killed and as my best friend died she stared at me for a moment, then plunged the knife into my stomach. I saw my life flash before my eyes. Then I heard a voice. It said “don’t worry, I will fix you.”
The bush she new it well. It was her friend from when she was little, and she needed to hide her brother. She couldn’t let her parents know of the bush but she doesn’t need to hide it from them anymore they left long ago after the man came he left her alone because he knew what happened to her brother “The knife is still there.” he told her she went out to hide it when she came back her parents were gone so was the man she didn’t care.
