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David looked up at the purple sky, a cool breeze whirling by his face. He enjoyed this time of evening, it was so calm and peaceful. He loved it.
"Hey, David, catch!" was all the warning he got before three rocks hit him. One on the face and the other two landed around his abdominal area. David squealed as he dropped to the ground, holding himself in pain.
"Goddamn it Nikki! I said aim for his crotch!"
"Well sooorryyy, Max! I was distracted by that cool squirrel that was right next to me." Nikki resorted back as she looked around for her furry friend.
David groaned as he slowly got up, suppressing the pain he felt. Max analyzed him as he rose and was immediately irritated at Davids almost permanent grin.
"N..now that wasn't very nice, guys...It's time for bed, go to your tents." David stuttered.
"Okay!" Nikki said as she jumped from the bush they were hiding behind and dashed to her tent, Neil trying his best to keep up with her. Max, in the other hand, just glared at David. He then flipped him off and ran.
David sighed, and walked off to make sure the campers actually went to sleep.
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David just left space-kids tent, already tried from hearing all kinds of weird questions and him trying to answer them correctly. It was now time for Max's tent, the last one. David mentally prepared himself. He walked in and saw Max sitting on his bed. David cleared his throat to let him know he was there, just to make sure.
"Max, go to bed" He said softly, with a small smile.
He didn't do anything but sit there.
"Max" David pursued to say, hands now at his hips.
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"Max." David repeated more sternly.
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"Max!" He yelled.
"How? How can a person be so...happy? I don't get it...we literally just threw rocks at you...aren't you just.. a little mad?" Max said more to himself than David.
"Oh, Max, Of course I'm upset that you guys threw rocks at me, but it's okay! There's no need to fight. I know those rocks hurt, but now it's time for bed, so please go to sleep."
"David....do you even know what sadness is?"
" ...Max, now is not the time for these conversations, How could i be sad when there is so many things to be happy about? There is always a reason to smile! Life is great and that's how it'll always be. I wish you could understand that, Max" David said with a huge grin.
"...Jesus fucking Christ. Why aren't you SAD? Like holy shit! You really don't know what true pain is, do you? Pain to not have your parents care, or the pain you feel when they send you away when you tried your absolute best to make them stay. You don't know how it's like. You don't know how it's like to be hated by the very people who made you! Your life is just perfect, huh? You know nothing! YOU DON'T KNOW! FUCK YOU! I'M TRYING TO MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND..YOU...Y-YOU FUCKING USELESS PIECE OF SHI-"
"ENOUGH!" David screeched back.
Max looked up at him, surprised at the sudden tone. David stormed out of the tent feeling overwhelmed. He suddenly remembered something, he felt his heart clench at the memories. He didn't want to remember. He gritted his teeth and ran his way to the cabin.
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David busted thru the cabin doors, starling Gwen in the process.
"Holy shit!" Gwen screamed as she dropped her cheap porn magazine.
All David could do was look at her, and give rushed a smile and waved but that was all. He slipped into his room and locked the door. Davids thoughts spiraled and soon his breathing became uneven. *'Oh god, what's happening to me?'*
It took all of his strength to wobble to his bed, and he collapsed right into it. His breathing became exaggerated, shaking sighs turned into uncontrollable sobbing. He hugged his pillow like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
*'Why did I have to be such a pussy? Why couldn't I be a man? Its all their fault, NO! Its all your fault! If you really cared, none of this would've happened, you worthless cunt, you bitch!*
Davids thoughts only made him cry harder. *'How could I? How could I let myself lose control like that? Now Max probably thinks I'm weak...who am I kidding? he already thinks that, and everybody can see right through me. They know, they know! They all fucking know!!'*
*knock knock* "David, are you okay?"
David flinched at the sudden voice, *'Nonononononono!!! She knows, Shes here! No! NO! She knows, shes going to kill you, run! RUN! RUN!!'*
He squeaked at his screaming thoughts but answered Gwen, "Yes! I'm okay Gwen, Goodnight! Sweet dreams!"
the silence was killing him but she finally answered, "Well..okay, goodnight." He heard her footsteps fade away.
*'You're so fucking stupid, she knows now, she kn-'* "SHUT UP!" He yelled at nothing but his mind. David rabidly got up and sprung to the corner of the room. Under a loose board laid a small bag, in there were knives, pills, and a rope. Y'know, for safe keeping.
David took out the sleeping pills and took a hand full, he didn't care, but as the pills hit his mouth, he spat them out.
*'what are you doing? What, are you trying to kill yourself?'*
"N-no, i just ..want to go to sleep"
*'What fucking pathetic, piece of shit, sorry excused for a human being. do it, take the pills, DO IT!'*
"Stop it! I said i just wanted to go to sleep!"
*knock knock* "David? Who are you talking to?" said a voice behind the closed door.
"No one! Goodnight!"
David shook his head and only took two pills and put the rest back, he put the little bag back into the floor and got up. The pills almost immanently worked, he was already feeling drowsy. He looked round his dark room, the only light was from the moon. It lit up his bed like a trophy. It was quite beautiful.
David made his way to his bed, got comfortable, and then finally closed his eyes to a well needed rest.
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A hand came out of the darkness, the only light around him. That light got closer and closer, and then it hit him, literally.
"Why are you such a piece of shit?! Why!? Fucking" -punch- "Tell!" -punch- "me!" -Kick- "why!"
Davey laid there as he let his father beat him mercilessly. He felt those hand try to grab him by the ankles. "N-no!" Davey yelled as he got up and ran for his life. His dream chanted about how stupid he was as he tried to run, but he was too slow, he couldn't. He felt so frustrated and afraid at the same time as he could feel the overwhelming feeling of someone catching up to him. Davey let out a weak scream as his dad grabbed him.
He then picks him up like a toy and takes him to a room. In there was a single rope tied to the ceiling. Davey started to cry loudly.
"Shut up! I haven't even done anything to you yet." his dad says as he throws him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him.
"Yeeaahhh, you like that, bitch?" His dad than proceeded to move davey to the side with his foot as he grabbed his thin wrists. He reached for the rope on the ceiling and tied his wrists with them. He then pulled the rope up by the other end to hang him up like a Christmas ornament.
"Mommy, mommy! Help me!" Davey tried to yell out, but no words came out, nothing. He tried yelling again, nothing but silence. Even though no one could have heard him, his mom walked into the room. She gasped at the sight. Davey tried to yell again but no noise came out.
"Oh sweetie, who did this to you?" She said as she walked up to him. Her worry turns into this weird look.
"Oh baby, i love when you're liked this, all ready for mamas needs."
Davey felt himself get uncomfortable at those words, but also kind of betrayed. What did she mean by that?
But Daveys heart stopped as his own mother started kissing him on the lips.
"What a good boy" She kept on saying. Davey started to cry again, he tried to move, but he couldn't. He then felt her hand start to palm his crotch. He felt himself jolt but nothing more. "Oh what a good boy you are, are you mommys little boy, huh? are you mommys little SLUT?"
Then his mom was on the floor, his dad now in view. "He's mine, you dumb slut-bitch." Davey was confused at the sudden change but looked down to see his mom wasn't moving. "Mommy? MOMMY?!" Was finally the words that came out. "SHUT UP!" His dad yelled back.
"You love her, don't you David? you love her."
His dad got out a knife and grabbed his mother by her hair then started stabbing her throat.
"MOMMY! NO, STOP! STOP!!" Davey yelled as he started shaking.
His dad started stabbing her chest then back at the throat, but this time with slicing movements, before he knew it his dad had fucking decapitated his mother right in front of him. He felt sick and could actually smell the wretched smell of iron. He felt the need to throw up, but couldn't..
"You like that, baby? You like it?" He held the head only meters away from Daveys face then dropped it to the ground.
"You're next, David." A knife launched at his face but before it could hit, everything went blurry, then black.
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