“I just wasn’t thinking about it!” Jeff defended himself that night. We had been walking the entire day, leaving me sore. On top of that, I hadn’t slept in over a day, and I was beginning to run solely on fumes.

“Yeah, I noticed that,” I snapped. Around sunset, I noticed he kept messing with his neck, so I made him show me. Because of the direction we were walking while he had his hood down, the sun was facing away from us. Still, part of his neck had been exposed, and it was burned a bright red color. The really terrible thing was that the only places he was completely numb from the acid burns were his hands and face. His neck could still feel, and while it definitely didn’t hurt as bad as it should have, it still bothered him. While I wasn’t …show more content…
They won’t miss them. You know, until they realize they’re gone.” I gave his a disapproving look, but he laced our hands together and pulled me over to the line at the ticket booth. “Come on! It’ll be fun! With food!”

I huffed, but I knew he wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. I stood with him in line, watching all of the patrons pass by in their gory costumes. However, when we were next in line, it was Jeff that noticed something really odd. He nudged my shoulder and motioned to a person a few feet away with their back turned to us. “Did you see them?”

“You mean their face? No. What are they dressed as?” I wondered, thinking the person looked normal. Then, they turned, and I gasped. I looked at Jeff, and he touched one his scars.

The person was in a white hoodie with red stains all over it with black pants. I could tell they were wearing a cheap black wig. Their face was painted pure white with fake, red, jagged scars that went from the corners of their lips to their ears, and black ringed their eyes. The person laughed as they played with the knife in their hands and spoke to their friends. “Me? They’re dressed as me?” he questioned in