Don't worry, It'll be all over soon.




Thirteen days ago, I walked to the park. It was a bright, sunny day. There wasn't a cloud in sight. The weather seemed to reflect my mood. The birds chirped with joy. People walked passed and smiled. The grass was green, and the sky was blue. It was a good day, a perfect day. I smiled and hummed a joyful tune. I took in a deep breath. This will never end.

Don't worry, It'll be over soon.

Does it have to? I've been having such a good time.

You know the rules.


Fourteen days ago, I walked to the local park. It was a bright, sunny day. There were a few clouds around. The weather seemed to reflect my mood. The birds chirped with joy. People walked passed and nodded. The grass was green, and the sky was blue. It was an okay day, a nice day. I smiled and hummed a tune. I took in a deep breath. This might never end.

Don't worry, It'll all be over soon.

Why? Today's been a good day.

You know the rules


Fifteen days ago, I walked to a nearby park. It was a dull, grey day. There were loads of clouds around. The weather seemed to reflect my mood. The birds did not chirp. People walked passed and did not even look. The grass was green, and the sky was grey. It was a gloomy day, a boring day. I hummed a slow tune. I took in a deep breath. I hope this ends.

Don't worry, It'll be over soon.

Thank you. Today was not as good.

You are welcome.


Sixteen days ago, I walked to a park. It was a dull, dark day. There were only clouds in the sky. The weather seemed to reflect my mood. The birds were not seen. People avoided me. The grass was green, and the sky was grey. It was a gloomy day, a melancholy day. I did not hum a tune. I did not take in a deep breath. Please make this end.

Don't worry, It'll be over soon.

Thank you so much. Today was a dark, sad day.

You do not need to thank me.

Seventeen days ago, I walked. It was a dull, depressing day. There were only clouds. The weather seemed to reflect my mood. There were no birds. There were no people. The grass was grey, and the sky was black. It was a gloomy day, a depressing day. I did not hum a tune. I did not take in a deep breath. This has to end.

Don't worry, It'll be over soon.

What do you mean by that? The day will be over?

Yes Number Five.

Who is Number Five?

Why, it's you.

But that is not my name.

Then what is your name?

It's... uh...

There. That is your name.

Why is that my name?

Hush now child. It'll be over soon.

Who are you?

You already know.

What am I?

Number Five.

Number Five of what?

You are just Number Five.

Time to wake up, sleepy head.

Who is she?

She wants to take you away. Resist her.

Why does she want to take me away?

Dale? Dale, what's wrong?

You are special, Number Five. She wants to take you away!

Who is Dale? Why is she calling me that?

Dale, please. Resist it.

What is she telling me to resist?

Do it, Number Five.

But I don't know who she is.

DO IT.



Dale grabbed his alarm clock and smashed it over his mother's head. He ran downstairs, into the kitchen, and opened one of the drawers. His mother chased him downstairs to try and stop him. Dale picked up a knife and stabbed her.

He watched the blood run in-between the tiles.

He proceeded to make himself breakfast and get ready for school.

"Bye mum!" he called out before getting on the bus.

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