I lost my one buddy, someone I needed. It was my fault and I know it.
But to be completely honest; I felt nothing, no guilt, no fear, I just stood and watched my pal die.
He was annoying, he was a pain to deal with, so why the hell should I care? It was his fault for running in the road anyway, so why should I bother with someone as dumb as Edgar.
But of course Barley had to come along, can't believe he actually felt horrible about it, why did he care? I thought he was also bothered by this dumb spider as well, guess not?
But I will admit,
I did not want to see him scattered across a road,
Organs, legs, skin,
On the road. His last sounds that have been crawling around my mind:
Just a squeak. . . A tired squeak. . . A squeak he would typically make when falling asleep.
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Charley's Diary
HorrorJust a little more story ideas for "Old Buddy" as told by Charley's perspective. Such as Charley's thoughts on the creatures, as well as little hints. Sorry if it is not well written.
