I Lived

You can believe my story or not, I don't give a fuck.

A few years ago, my two friends and I went exploring in some woods. The woods were huge, we had no idea where it ended. We'd explored these woods many times, but never made it too far past the old dried up pond. One summer night, we decided to throw caution to the wind and keep exploring. The woods seemed to go on forever. Finally after what seemed like hours of walking, we came upon this old house. It was huge, like a hotel. and despite being old, it looked like it was being tidy.

"Come on, let's go in" said one of my friends.

I took a second good look at the house and for a split second I saw what looked like a woman covered in blood hold a knife to her throat as if to warn us. My nigga instincts instantly told me "turn back now nigga'

I decided not to take the chance.

"You guys go on, I'm going home." I said.

"C'mon man, you gon' be a bitch" my first friend said.

"I'll be the bitch today and tomorrow I'll play the pimp" I replied before leaving.

"Don't worry, we'll tell everyone at school you went in to" my other yelled as I left.

"It's ironic that the white guys don't die first in horror movies instead of the black guys!" I muttered under my breath.

The two boys didn't come home and it wasn't until two months later their mutilated bodies were found.

Even though they were my friends, at their funeral I couldn't resist saying "Who's the bitch now?!"

As I said before you don't have to believe my story, but I don't give a fuck, it doesn't bother me