To The End

I walk out of my handbuilt home to get a bucket of water. I slowly walk through the tall grass and roots. The roots look like hands sprouting out of the ground asking for assistance to get out. They're twisted and turned in a creepy way. I just walk and talk to myself in my head. That's all I got. Me, myself and I. It's very lonely here. I'm unfortunately living in an abandoned town. Word got around there is a disease spreading. It turned out to be false. Everything was left here though. It's setting is in the fifties. That's how long it's been abandoned. I love vintage things. I collect the stuff. I moved here because I ran away from home. I don't like society, society doesn't like me. That's just the way it is, things will never be the same. Did I just quote 2Pac? I laugh to my crazy self and finally made it to the well. I tie the rope and send my bucket down. I rolled it back up with a full bucket of water. I untie it and walk back I my house. I then start pouring myself a glass of water and sit on the soft dirt. I stare at the sky. The clouds slowly moving peacefully. I smile and see a hint of sun peek out. It's a nice day, not to hot, not to cold. I stare at the sky without noticing how long I've been sitting here. I stand up and walk toward a little path I never noticed before. I follow it and leads me to an overgrown old. house. I became curious and struggle to get past the weeds and bushes. I finally make it on the porch. I could tell it was a beautiful home before. Valiantly showing off its beauty. It's intricate art and brightly painted walls. I stare at it in awe imaginig what it looked like before. I finally pull my gaze away. I walk inside, curiosity got the best of me. I stare in what looks like a family room. I walk inside slowly, dust in the air. I cough into my arm and swing my arm around. This house decayed from the constant weather and growth of nature. I step forward ad feel crackling under my foot. I look down and pick up an old photo. It's too darn old for me to make out the picture. It looks like a child. I felt chills down my spine and I gently place the photo on a rickety table. I walk deeper into the house. Getting darker and darker. I slowly walk to the back of the house and stare at the beautiful scenery. I then spot a mask on the floor. I give a confused look. I pick it up. It's yellow and blue with diamonds on the eye part. It doesn't look old like the other stuff here. It's practically in perfect condition. It's one of those masks that covers the top half of your face. I look around to see who dropped it. I mentally slap myself because im tr only one who lives in this town. Or am I? Stop It Frank! Your scaring yourself. I figure why not keep it? I put it around my neck and finish what I started. I've never checked this house out. Obviously a rich family lived here. The furniture and toys and everything was so royal in a way.

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