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I slowly undressed and laid my cloths in the wicker hamper with little care. I grabbed the antique white handle and guided myself across its pallid color and obsolete texture. Then I noticed the floor was edged in dried fabric, its tone was morose like the obsolete glass on the wall. I then looked to the wall, with its brown stains and red imprints. I looked at the tub in the corner; I walked even more slowly to its edge and climbed into the water, which was Luke warm in temperature. In the distance there was the hint of nightshade and lavender. I went even deeper in the water, lying more and more placid. I lifted my eyes as the room dimmed in tone and shade. Afraid I lifted myself, wrapped myself in the softest of linen cloth and guided my frail body towards the hallway, with a slight scent of black lilies totally ripe. In disgust I covered my face, which had a slight blue tone as well. I lay on my bed; the sheets were tattered and gray in color. On the bed stand was a pistol covered in red liquid, I smiled and closed my eyes. I noticed the trees in the distance, with the softest hind of lilac and blue. Then as the sun went down I hear the sound of the leaves adrift and at peace. Two men walked towards me, they had no face and in fear I ran. I looked back and they were gone, still. I opened my eyes and reached for the pistol , as I grabbed it the blood smeared upon my skin with faintest hint of decay.
I pulled the gun over to my face and let out a tear, sweet in taste but pallid as well. I noticed that the gun was ready for the endless dream. I looked at our faded photograph and grabbed my backpack and threw it across the room. I stood up with a firm disposition to match the look on face, which was covered in blood from the drops of liquid that fell upon it. I put the gun in my mouth, which smelt of raspberry swirls. As the sun went down I pulled the trigger. In an instant I fell on my bed, spurting blood all over my bed. It dropped on the floor, splashing like a whale in a tank. My body shared like a fish out of water as my piss and fescues forced their way out at once. Then as the smell mixed with nightshade, lilac, and everything else my family walked in. horrified and is wildered by the eerie sight. They grabbed my body while my blood seemly splashed on their fine cloths. On the desk they found a note, which read,”please take this and run far, far away from me, the two of us were never meant to be”. I lay there and the looked onward towards the skies and prayed for me. My body was carried away and the smell just drifted on the leaves, for now I am adrift and at peace. I now lay in my bed of roses, white and black and I am cold and dead. Later they found a note,”I know you tried to rescue me”. This is the story of a boy who is adrift and at peace.
I pulled the gun over to my face and let out a tear, sweet in taste but pallid as well. I noticed that the gun was ready for the endless dream. I looked at our faded photograph and grabbed my backpack and threw it across the room. I stood up with a firm disposition to match the look on face, which was covered in blood from the drops of liquid that fell upon it. I put the gun in my mouth, which smelt of raspberry swirls. As the sun went down I pulled the trigger. In an instant I fell on my bed, spurting blood all over my bed. It dropped on the floor, splashing like a whale in a tank. My body shared like a fish out of water as my piss and fescues forced their way out at once. Then as the smell mixed with nightshade, lilac, and everything else my family walked in. horrified and is wildered by the eerie sight. They grabbed my body while my blood seemly splashed on their fine cloths. On the desk they found a note, which read,”please take this and run far, far away from me, the two of us were never meant to be”. I lay there and the looked onward towards the skies and prayed for me. My body was carried away and the smell just drifted on the leaves, for now I am adrift and at peace. I now lay in my bed of roses, white and black and I am cold and dead. Later they found a note,”I know you tried to rescue me”. This is the story of a boy who is adrift and at peace.