NARRATOR'S POV
Time slowed down as Alexander walked in- each step was slow and precise while the sound of his shoes echoed inside the eerie house. His heart beats so loudly, knowing the horror waiting inside. Such ill fate for someone so young- such bitter fortune for a person so sweet.
Kristy did not deserve to die.
No, not at all.
She was too young, too bright, and too kind- so, why must the world be so cruel?
"Robbie" Alexander called out his friend before placing a hand on his shoulder.
Robbie's voice is hoarse and low as he speaks after recognizing his friend's voice "Alex" he began.
"Please wake Kristy up…I've been trying to wake her up but she won't listen" he continued.
"Will you please do it…" Robbie pleaded as tears once again flowed from his eyes.
"If she sleeps too much she might get a headache…" such a tragedy- he still refuses to believe the bitter truth.
