I recently applied for my hometown Dollar General. This Seventh Heaven may be a hidden Hell, but I suppose for now I need to work for these devils to serve my own financial needs.
The creatures they had us make… I don’t know who was giving them the supplies, but I know that the same ones supplying them were also the ones receiving the finished products. This cyclical trade doesn’t add up.
These woods never looked right. Nothing in this town ever did. The school, the clouds, the well, the list goes on. The monsters and people? Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference.
They tricked us into drinking poison. I brought my own lunch every day. When I was young, I had no idea of the effects. I only knew it didn’t look right… didn’t smell right either. Looking back, it’s likely they put their drugs in both the food and the “water”.
I have trouble recalling the names of the teachers, since I despised them so much. Even the ones I trusted most turned around and took any opportunity they could to betray me. At the end of the day, I was just a tool to them… another cog in the machine.
I don’t remember every last detail. My relationship with my parents was a strained one, that much I can say. They looked for any excuse to shove me through the door of that Hellish facility. Sometimes I think I was the only sane one there, but given my own actions, I have to question that as well.
I tried my best to get through each day. In a school like that, though, it wasn’t easy. Teachers were supplying students with drugs, which came from an outside source. I was the only one who refused to be part of this trade.