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As water fills your lungs, it's emotion that you drown. When your body lays limp, mouth in permanent frown. They claw at your soul, those monsters you forgot, The ones you let take over when you became what you are not.

When there's nothing left, just your demons and the night, do you choose to flee, or do you stay to fight? Your lungs begin to burn, and your heart just loves to ache, with a blade in hand, it's your wrists that you forsake. Tears will come again, with screams that are overdue, suicide's an option but you never follow through.

"Let's face it, Daniel. We're lost and your awesome scout powers aren't going to help us find a way out." Chelsea mocked, pointing the flashlight straight in his eyes. She was the one who suggested we come out here and look for the man with no eyes, nose or mouth. She was the one who researched him for days and read us stories of those who had supposedly escaped his grasp. I wanted to shout all of this in her face but I wasn't prepared for the harsh statements and sarcasm I'd receive in return. "Ruth, c'mon. You can't seriously think we're going to be able to find our way home with this retard sniffing twigs and rubbing dirt between his fing

Grey closed the door to her small bedroom without a sound. There was no telling what mood her father would be in tonight. I followed her to the single bed covered in a bedspread that would've catered for an eight year old girl. The mermaids on it were faded with age and years of washing. Blood stains on it left stories she chose not to remember. Her head fell into the matching pillow, her hair serving as a curtain to protect her from monsters only she knew existed. She wrapped her thin and severely bruised arms around herself. Something below the room startled her and she sat up straight. "Bad mood," Grey guessed, her body aching already.