I could already feel the belt tightening across my chest; I knew I should have been wiser. As the car kept driving and the darkness moved closer, I began to think about what went wrong. About why they did this. About how I allowed this to happen. I realized they were not my friends, that they never were my friends. They came to me, somehow knowing that I needed friends. They kept in contact and talked with me and played with me. It was all a lie. The binds grew tighter as the darkness moved closer. My friends kept me close, but others away. They always called me when I had free time. They pressured me gently into changing myself. They listened to my woes but didn't help me. Their questions tended to be about my physical abilities and encouraged healthy activities. The binds grew tighter as the darkness moved closer. They told me to meet them in the alleyway, where no one could see. They surrounded me with their nefarious smiles, and yet still I trusted them. This was all my fault. All my fault. The darkness consumed me.
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General FictionI've had to write a bunch of stories in English class and in my Creative Writing Class, and I've decided to transfer them here. Enjoy!
