My backpack vibrates. It's the alarm I set, the only chance I get to see it for the rest of the decade. I start running as it will only be there for so long. I quickly jog to the hallway, I'm running out of time.
I finally make it. I hurriedly sit down facing north, and start to stare. I will continue to stare until I see it.
It's only been minutes but it feels like hours. Why hasn't it shown up yet? It's usually here by now. I start to worry. I look around myself then realize my mistake. I'm scared to turn around, I know what's gonna happen.
I quickly jolt my head north. But I don't see it, I check the time. 12:03 AM. It's still not here. I start to lose hope until I feel heavy breathing down my neck. It's here, it's always been here. It just wanted to see me suffer one last time. I slowly let my guard down and whisper what it wants to hear. I lay down and wait, I wait to be consumed, consumed by darkness until I can't open my eyes anymore. I'm sorry I won't mess up again
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Short Storythis is just some random shxt i probably wrote at 1 am im not gonna give context so take the stories as you will also i know im not good at describing or writing in a general im not really gonna continue any of these enjoy🖤 ( the cover art is by...
