"Andy!" I gasped, running down the small front steps of my porch. The sky was now dark black, with only a few stars, and the streetlights were blinding me as I ran to my neighbour's house. The blood was trickling down my arm and chest from the multiple stab wounds inflicted on me.
(earlier)
"Hmmm" I sighed, looking outside my window. Yet again, I was being cooped up in my house for another boring, dull day forced to stare outside my bedroom window. I had the perfect view of my driveway. Great...right?
The sun was shining at its brightest, and the sky was so blue and vast, I was able to get lost in it. Suddenly, a big van pulled up to the front of his house. A fed ex van. Suddenly, my dull little mood lifted a bit, thinking I had mail. I never got mail.
I darted down the stairs, and was able to open the door just in time for the mail man to arrive. He didn't have any mail for me; instead he had brought me a big brown package. Even more excited, I signed the little sheet, and brought it in. Curious, I sat on the cough and opened it all up. Inside was an abundance of newspaper, after it was removed it revealed an old good guys doll. Except this one had torn clothes and a face full of fake scars.
What the hell? I wondered, thinking who would send me something like this. Still in utter confusion I traced the tips of my fingers over the fake scars, amazed at how real they felt. After a while of staring I got bored, through him on the couch and went outside.
I liked where I lived because I was right next door to my best friend ever; Andy Barclay. As soon as I stepped off the porch of my small white bungalow I saw Andy sitting out front on his lawn, staring into the sky. He was always so thoughtful.
I jogged down and plopped beside him. He seemed in a trance for a bit, but then snapped back and smiled softly.
"Hey Bells" He said, smiley as always.
"Hey, guess what's weird?!" I muttered, looking into the sky. He 'hmm'd'
"I got this weird package in the mail with one of those old good guys' dolls. Except the face is all torn up and the clothes too. Weird, right? Who the hell would send me that?"
Andy immediately grew wide eyed and looked at as if unsure what so say next. I knew he had this weird incident with a good guys' doll but he never told me, and always asked me not to talk about. I figured it was no big deal.
"Uh. Can I see it later?" He asked in a whisper. When I nodded he just lied down and said "be careful, okay?"
"Ha-ha? Um, sure." I laughed, then got up, wiped my butt and walked home.