Jamie's Story Part 2

So far, death is surprisingly relaxing, the only thing I'm not loving is the cold. I guess that BS they teach you in school about body heat and all that isn't such BS after all. Now that my heart's been still for a couple hours my nice warm life-blood has started to feel more like day old cream of chicken soup...I can't hear much and I wish I could sit and watch the forest life. Seems almost sad that I finally get out of the city for a day and I can't enjoy it much....

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I've been down here for at least a day, but I'm not sure maybe its only been a couple hours. Somewhere I can almost hear a mocking voice convincing me its only been a few minutes and the allusion of death is clouding my time perception. If that's true I don't know if I'll make it to my moment of discovery. On second thought, where else can I go? What else can I do? If I go insane down here what happens then? Some sort of cosmic asylum in the sky? As I'm pondering these horrors I hear a voice. Not the drippy invisible voice of my mind, but a real one. A voice so real it seems I could reach out and touch it. Now, footsteps, they're so close I can feel the dirt shift around me. My need consumes me so completely that I see red, until suddenly I hear the voice again and I recognize it as a child's. My fear of never being found is completely drowned out by the fear of being found by this little boy. I can imagine the terrors of finding a dead body and I'm sure finding my beaten skin would be that much more horrific. If my lungs would work I would be sure that I smell too, maybe that will be enough to keep the boy and his father away but not so much to make them curious. I want to be found, maybe then all this will finally end but not at the cost of a child's nightmares.

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