It is really late. Mom and dad were out on a date. I was watching some weird teenage show. I was eating some Grahams and peanut butter. This, was my all-time favorite snack. I was starting to fall asleep when I heard a knock on the door. It was loud and frightening. I run to the door. I open it expecting to see someone, but no one was there. I only see a plastic bag. I pick it up and throw it away in the kitchen. The following morning, I start bleeding from the nose. This was unusual. I never have nose bleeds. I dig in my nostril looking for a blood clot. I got it. I pull on the loose piece of skin. It comes out. Only, it isn't skin. It is plastic. My mind is racing. I throw it into the trash can in the restroom. I think nothing of it. I walk to school. I guess mom and dad are still not home. During the school day, I feel the urge to go to the bathroom. I feel constipated. When I am finally done, I look into the toilet. It was a piece of a bag. Again? I am quite scared now. I run to the classroom. When it is time to return home, I try to call mom and dad. They don't answer. That night I puked. But I choked on a bag. I was beyond scared. I ran into the kitchen. Trying to think what was causing this. Then out of the corner of my eye, I see the trash bag. The same one from the front door. It has something written on it. It says, ' to those who receive, pass to others so it may feed'. What the heck did this mean? I guess it wanted me to pass it on. No, I won't do this to someone else. I throw it back in the trash. When my parents get home, they call my name. Nothing. They wander the house. They walk into my room. The blanket is over my head. When they start telling me how much they missed me, I don't answer. They pull down the blanket. My face is bloody. And my body is mangled. And there, in my mouth is the plastic bag.
So sorry. I have been so busy. This one I hope will make up for the lost ones.
