The lullaby

the color red

Red dripping as it swung from the light post, a warning, a dare. No one expected it to be this worse as to drive a kid to suicide or even death. Sights of him grow, people laugh at his name telling those who believe they don't belong. That's when it starts, screams, the voice, the visions that lead to what comes next. A ball or well what you hope is a ball, white and bounces, the red veins in it making it not what it seems. Looking at it only for it to be staring back at you, the white pupil looking right at you. Black figures with razor sharp claws that can cause a single drop of blood with one touch, slowly creeps closer breathing heavy as if it ran. Don't run, don't move, stay still till it's safe. Safe, a word that never comes with what happens.