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The strange man asked Will to repeat what he just said.
"Specters. They take your soul away."
The man looked deeply confused by Will's conclusion, and Will was well
aware. He didn't feel he should tell this man anymore. He was also about to
collapse from his heart pumping so fast. If the man found out what Will was
apart of, if Will continued speaking what could easily be translated as
"crazy talk", he would get shut up in a hospital. Will couldn't be
cornered, not now. He had to find out what happened.
Will's mind was turning a million miles a minute with thoughts and possible conclusions as to as why this had happened. The fact that he felt his stomach was going to empty onto the linoleum beneath him from the loss of Mary didn't help either. He was so caught up in all these emotions that he didn't notice the man he was talking with calling over another man.
Will snapped awake when he heard the two whispering. "Boy... delusional... nonsense about something... specters he says...take away to..." So they thought he was crazy after all, Will thought, how little they know. They are going to take me away... never, never. The other man tapped on Will's shoulder. "Excuse me, young man. Could you please let me escort you to the car so that we can go find that you are feeling ok?" "I'm fine." Will snapped. "Well, we are just taking precautions." Will thought for a moment. They weren't going to just let him leave the scene of the crime. They could very well think that he did it. "Alright, I just need to go to the washroom first." "No problem." The man mumbled, obviously annoyed he was being so slow about it.
Will walked down the hallway, out of the sight of the men. Instead of turning left into the washroom, he turned right into his bedroom. He ran to reach under his bed, grabbed the shard of the knife, a picture of Mary and quietly opened the window. This is too easy he thought. With that he took a last look around his bedroom, sure he would never see it again, and slipped out the window.
Will's mind was turning a million miles a minute with thoughts and possible conclusions as to as why this had happened. The fact that he felt his stomach was going to empty onto the linoleum beneath him from the loss of Mary didn't help either. He was so caught up in all these emotions that he didn't notice the man he was talking with calling over another man.
Will snapped awake when he heard the two whispering. "Boy... delusional... nonsense about something... specters he says...take away to..." So they thought he was crazy after all, Will thought, how little they know. They are going to take me away... never, never. The other man tapped on Will's shoulder. "Excuse me, young man. Could you please let me escort you to the car so that we can go find that you are feeling ok?" "I'm fine." Will snapped. "Well, we are just taking precautions." Will thought for a moment. They weren't going to just let him leave the scene of the crime. They could very well think that he did it. "Alright, I just need to go to the washroom first." "No problem." The man mumbled, obviously annoyed he was being so slow about it.
Will walked down the hallway, out of the sight of the men. Instead of turning left into the washroom, he turned right into his bedroom. He ran to reach under his bed, grabbed the shard of the knife, a picture of Mary and quietly opened the window. This is too easy he thought. With that he took a last look around his bedroom, sure he would never see it again, and slipped out the window.