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(Occasional singing Sheep)
(Occasional singing Sheep)
The Mind Part 3
Our guide finally reveals her name to everyone and hell might actually be freezing over!
(Ed) This entry contains content including the fictional death of children some people may find inappropriate, offensive or upsetting please consider this before reading. (Ed)
Our guide walks up to the big bolted door, while her accommodation had been improved it's still not nearly as satisfactory as she'd like it to be.
She puts her hand up to knock hesitantly.
Who knows what she'll find this time perhaps the keeper is somehow just getting younger with each passing visit, he needs to let her in on that secret she could be a millionaire!
She takes a deep breath and gently knocks on the door, it opens much quicker than she expected catching her off guard and sending her falling through to the floor inside.
She braces herself for the crunch of the hard cold floor and potential broken glass all around there is no crunch but the floor is cold, far colder than usual.
She slowly gets to her feet trying not to slip on the snow all around her.
The keeper still in child form no older or younger than last time she was in here is stood a few feet away in a patch of yellow snow and surrounded by mountains of snowballs.
(Ed) Can we please not do the he wet himself again? (Ed)
Choosing to ignore the the yellow snow our guide instead turns her attention to the mountain of Snowballs.
(Ed) Thank you! (Ed)
"They said I had a snowball's chance in hell of getting through to you when I got here I guess they were right"
She isn't sure if the keeper actually got the joke or not but he did manage a little smirk right before he started pelting her with a barrage of snowballs the last of which split open her right eyebrow.
"Hey what was that for?"
Before the keeper even has a chance to reply a number of kids run through the bolted door and begin shouting and screaming while throwing snowballs at each other.
Our guide looks around the room at what most might generally just describe as little kids being little kids but the keeper is also a little kid and he obviously doesn't fit in, a number of the kids soon begin to target all of their snowballs in his direction.
Out of a darkened corner and old balding man steps forward, his glasses halfway down his nose he should also be experienced enough to know this is is mostly kids being kids but he also looks less than impressed with the noise or behaviour.
The keeper makes a his way over to him and hands him a piece of paper.
The old man smiles pats the keeper on the back whispers something in his ear and makes his departure through the forever open door.
The keeper takes a couple of steps back towards a darkened corner but our guide can still see the smile on his face as creatures begin to come out of the shadows.
Some have red eyes, some green, others yellow, some have fangs, others covered in hair and yet more are simply too strange or difficult to describe.
(Ed) Oh come on how hard could it be to describe creature with a vain covered face with only 1 eye, 3 arms and razor blade like claws! as for the rest why not just tell people to imagine any of the old hammer horror movies but with a lot more gore and a lot less human! (Ed)
Within what felt like seconds the room had fallen silent, the creatures had bitten, clawed and torn apart all the children with a viciousness our guide couldn't begin to comprehend.
The keeper walks back over to her with a look of calmness on his face.
The only sound now present was his footsteps in the blood soaked snow, as he steps over a discarded body part and takes our guides shaking hand.
Our guide looks down at the keeper who seems completely at ease with his current surroundings.
"They were just children"
"They had names"
"They had families"
The keeper looks genuinely puzzled by her reaction as he surveys the room,
"Do you have a name?"
Completely thrown off guard our guide starts walking around the room trying to avoid all of what is left behind.
"Does it really matter what my name is?"
"All of these kids had a name and look what happened to them"
"My name isn't important"
Once again the keeper takes a hold of our guides hand,
"Don't worry about all of these people we can do it all again next week and I'll make it better I promise"
"They don't matter"
"As long as I can keep making them go away they will never matter"
"But you're name does"
"If you truly want to be here and you truly want to see this through to the end then you need to tell me"
Our guide looks towards the open door and takes a deep breath.
"Well I guess I'm pretty committed to all of this now right?"
"My name is..."
(Ed) Despite all the name jokes please be sure you want to say her name she's always been the guide in every draft for the last 15 years! (Ed)
She takes another deep breath.
"My name is Cecilia"
"Cece or CC if you prefer"
"So how about you drop the keeper stuff and tell me your name too?"
The keeper throws a couple of limbs through the open door on the way to his favoured dark corner.
"I'm sorry I can't do that"
"It will totally ruin the ending of the book"
As he disappears into the darkness Cecilia picks up a half yellow, half red snowball and throws it in his direction.
"I hope that hit you!"
Rather than waiting for a response she knows is likely never coming Cecilia picks up her snow covered journal and makes her way out of the bolted door and back towards her room.
It might still not be the most comfortable but at least it wasn't covered in snow and body parts.
(Ed) Please note that neither the author nor the site or anyone involved condones or wants to promote violence against children in anyway.
The mind segments are largely a work of fiction and should be read and understood as such.
These were the thoughts and feelings from within a child's mind how healthy or unhealthy they maybe is an entirely different debate but that remains what they were. (Ed)
Chapter 4 High School Never Ends Part 1
The book finally takes off as 5 years of high school see's boredom, pain, an eating disorder, bullies, future career ambitions raised and crushed, messed up exams, sexual relations with a teacher, and someone pointing a gun inches from my face.
Just the standard high school experience right?
(Ed) Let's not get everyone's hopes too high some of that (most notably the teacher and the gun) is covered in high school never ends part 2 chapter 8 coming on November 1st 2020 (Ed)
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