Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26600200-20150716173246

Back when I was 12, I didn't have many friends. My time would of been slit to doing homework, reading books and playing with the family cat. And the few hours who weren't spent doing so, I did nothing. I wanted someone to talk to, and as I wondered what could I have done to solve this problem, Josh appeared.

His name was Josh Robbin, he said he was a soldier , that died many years ago in an accident, he didn't remember how exactly. His right arm was missing, covering the stump was a bandage shaded red from blood. His face had several stitches on it, including one going his right eye, which kept it close. His hair was strawberry blond, his eye (the one I saw) was dark blue. He wore a USA army soldier suit covers in dry blood stains; and there was even a gun hanged from his belt. He always smiled to me, no matter what happened. if I was sad, happy , depressed , angry or disgusted , he would always smile. I never bothered to find out why, because it was nice that someone had smiled to me.

I didn't know if he was a ghost, or if had I made out a weird imaginary friend because of the video I saw of soldiers coming back home, after some devious attacks by the enemy, nor did I care, he was so nice to me. He became my only friend, my best friend.

When I turned 14 we moved to a different town, and I decided that I should at least try to make some friends, right? It was hard and tiring, but after a few years people would talk to me without them needing too! It was a wonderful time, I was so happy, I was gaining friends! I went to parties, hanged out and was basically having the time of my life. And somehow, I manged to forget about Josh, who was my friend for two long years.The moment I remembered him, he apeared inside my room , next to the bed I was sitting on. I started to speak but paused when I saw his face; The stitches on his face were partly open, allowing dark red like shapes to be shown, and the most terrifying part about it; he was bleeding from the wounds! he told me he had died, so how could he be bleeding?

Before I managed to ask him about it, he started talking.

"You forgot me" his voice sounded much deeper then the tone I was used to, hate and disgust dripping out of his voice.

"You little shit! I will make you pay for forgetting me" He then vanished, and I had the feeling although he would be gone for a long time, he would come pack, and indeed make me pay. And he had.

''Reminding you: NOT THE END. also if you actually like this, thank you! if you doing though *gives dogde balls* HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT! it helps me become a better writer.''

''Gosh I need to practice this more... in my head everything is just so perfect'' 