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It's not like it would do much. What's an apology gonna do? He seems as if he's pretty set on killing me.
The boy he once was is gone replaced with an evil man with every intention of ruining the lives of others. He takes his anger out on the rest of us and I think the young boy I used to know has been away for too long to ever come back.
but its never to late to try. maybe if i try to bring back some good memories he will be distracted enough to let me go. but what can i say? what good memories do we have?
There was that one time. We were both twelve years old with nothing on our minds but kicking around an old soccer ball and the next rugby match on TV. We were just messing around in the park, when we came across a group of giggling girls from our school. If you asked me their names for the life of me I couldn't remember
they kept looking over at us and giggling. we both noticed and knew we had to do something to impress them. what was it, i know we did something. Oh Yeah!
We tried to impress them with our "footy skills", if you could even call it that. Look at it this way, the two of us were benched at every soccer match we played in, I'm surprised we even made the team in the first place. I was trying, and failing, to keep the ball in the air when I tripped and fell. I landed right at the feet of the giggling girls. Making the best out of an embarrasing situation I grinned cheekily and the girls giggles got louder and there whispers more obvious. I jumped back up and feeling brave I kissed the prettiest one on the cheek. Her cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson and she smiled at me.
those were the days, i thought but what did that have to do with Arson? ah yes he had done an even better trick and actually managed to do it right for once. he ended up getting the hot one to be his girlfriend, but it didn't last long.
because I had been caught by him kissing her. I wasn't really. She had tripped and I had caught her... she'd kissed me. Not the other way around. I'd never betray Arson.
i tried to tell him that so many times but her never listened to what i had to say. my thoughts were then interupted when i noticed we had stopped in ...
...a room. No! Not "a" room, it was THE room. The room I was trapped in for days, weeks, months...honestly I have lost track of time so it might have even been years. All the tests, all the drugs, all the misery I was put through happened here. This was what I escaped from, and now I'm back. For hours I would try to focus on (insert rest of story) to distract myself from the pain.
i screamed at the memories that i had of this place. Arson somehow silenced me with a glare. when i tried to scream, no sound came from my lips. then he strapped me to a table in the middle of the room. the room smelled different then i remebered. it smelled like gasoline. thats when i noticed the floor and walls and the table i was bound to were all covered in gasoline. he was going to burn me to death!
Confused and fighting for what was left of my sanity, he lit a match, and with a hushed voice said "I love you."
The flames of deep orange and bright scarlet engulfed me wholly, but despite the scorching sight, the flamboyant flames felt as though they were cool to the touch.
I stopped screaming and stared at him as he loosed my chains. He smiled at the looks I gave and laughed at his own expence. The flames perished and I came out unscathed. We were so close as friends, and yet, nothing in life could prepare me for this.