The walls were dark and pieces of wallpaper were falling off as if this place had been caught on fire.
Maybe someone in the past had attempting to remove this place from existence, wouldn’t be a bad idea after all.
Down the dim abandoned hallway was a boy, a short blonde haired chunky boy with the look of pure innocence on his face.
This place was evil and was going to take every ounce of goodness in this boy. I had to get him out.
But, there was no way to escape without being caught and taken prisoner by the cruel people that ran this place.
They called it a school but the children weren’t allowed to leave and visitors were rarely seen. I took the boys hand and we ran as fast as we could into an empty bedroom.
Even with no one in sight they were always watching, listening, and waiting. I looked at the boy and thought of every possible escape plan I could think of.
The best thing I could do for him was to drown him; to release his sweet innocent soul from this monstrous place before it devoured him whole.
I lay him flat in the tub and let the water inch closer and closer to his face. I kept telling myself that he would enter a better place than where he is living.
He began to struggle as my hands held down his shoulders and chest. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I waited for the last air bubble to pop.
I smacked myself out of the thought of drowning this boy realizing that this place is starting to draw me into its darkness. But then again maybe death would be the best for both of us.