In the Eyes of Death

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• 11:56 AM • Luke's house •

Together all three of them watched Beetle Juice

Tate and Taylor made sure to keep a distance

Timothy thought for a second

Wherever Luke works, there's bound to be a lot of people

"I..have to use the restroom"

And so Timothy went towards the restroom

But he didn't enter, he snuck out the back door instead

He opened the back door

He tried his best to stay quiet

And neither Tate or Taylor heard a sound

Once he was outside and the door was shut he smiled

He thought he'd never see the clouds again in that house

He missed the grass and the warm sun on his skin in the summer

He missed this

But he didn't stay long before running away

Running away from that dreadful house

Sasha was right

It may have seemed like the house was in the middle of no where but civilization wasn't far

He saw a small building with the words 'Physical Therapists of Florida'

He took his chance to run inside

Hoping to see someone

Anyone that could help

Whomever was supposed to be at the desk to check people in for their appointments, wasn't there

So Timothy did what he thought was best

He went inside the clinic to see the therapist, maybe he or she could help him

He was only doing what he thought was best

Timothy went pale when he saw the therapist eating his lunch

The therapist looked up to see Timothy

"Baby..what are you doing here?"

Timothy gulped, he hadn't said anything

He now regretted not asking Luke his occupation

Neither of them moved an inch

Until Timothy ran to the door, hoping to escape this monster

Just as he touched the door knob, Luke pulled him away from the door

"You're sick! Let me go!"

Luke chuckled

"You think I'm sick?..Well you're no saint either"