I woke up to the sound of a helicopter. I looked up, hopeful. It was them.
They landed next to me. She walked out. "Poppy? Fancy seeing you here." I tackled her. "Poppy!!!" "GIVE ME MY BOX!" She shoved me off and sedated me. I fell to my knees and fell asleep.
I woke up, behind the waterfall, tied up on a board. "HEY! Get me out of here!!!" I grumbled and thrashed and struggled but I couldn't get out. I cried and waited until she came back. "Poppy. We took your box because it's confidential. "MATHEW GAVE IT TO ME, YOU LYING BI-". The guards put a gag on me, and I struggled even more. "Mathew stole it. And blamed it on you. He's a crook."
"He's my love!!!" I mumbled through the gag.
She shook her head. "You seem tense."
The guards took off the gag. "I seem angry. Because I am angry. Because he's dead!" I panted and started crying again.
I seem angry. Because I am angry.
Because he's dead.
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The Music Box
Short StoryA story I made in 40 minutes -clap clap- super short.its 2:00 am. MKAY BYE