No. It was never a game of survival. It never will be. They
can kill you at any moment if they wished. No one can understand Their reasons
for keeping us alive.
I ran out into the hallway, the Cold Boy was right on my
heels. I was running as fast as I could, and he was just calmly walking behind
me, singing soft and sweet and offering me companionship. Every time I chanced
a glance over my shoulder, he was right behind me. The cold that radiated from
him burned. I was screaming for help, but it never came.
The worst part was that I didn’t want to run.
I’m so tired of being alone.
But I forced myself to go. Why?
The timer was ticking away. There was still a little hope
left in my stupid little soul. But then I realized why no one could hear me
scream. And then the voices started.
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