It was still light when they pushed me in the hole, I was too small to climb out of this hole by myself but my friends decided to leave me in the hole and rant and Rave about the monsters that lived in the hole, on the account the whole went deeper forward in front of me.
I cried out, "help me, why are you doing this please, please help me," But By this time I was hysterical and they decided I was too much of a baby to help and kick rocks at me from up top of the hole. A decent-size rock fell and hit me directly in my forehead bashing against my skull cutting me open, I cried out in pain and agony screaming while the blood rushed and poured down my face, I was only five.
My mind must have thought it seen something because I fainted until night time and it was just me and a pitch black hole with my childhood imagination running wild.
I remember I cried until there was no used to cry, it wouldn't set me free or lift me out of the hole of these roots this godforsaken tree left.
I sat there staring into the Blackness, I wasn't sure if it was me or if there was 20 eyes staring back at me. It was just around this time I heard my father's voice, I was gone all day and my mother thought I was just at a friend's but when night came she was obviously worried to death so she called my father to see if he had pick me up unexpectedly, of course not no! there was a little search party my mother and father. They went to Jason's house and demanded what happened and he informed them that his friends pushed me in the hole and thought I would have gotten out by now, but he was wrong.