Death of one of my ocs | Story Poetry

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Pitter patter. 

Pitter patter. 

Pitter patter. 

Oh, dear stars, please save us.  it is close.  he,  she,  it,  what, is there.  it is close to attacking me.  it will not stop. 

It is pounding on the door.  It’s close, very close.  I’ve met it before.  It changed me, it changed me to multiple forms.  I escaped from its grasp, but I think it knows what i know. 

It knows that i know too much. 

It knows where i am now. 

I cowered in the corner, trying to hide my face.  oh god,  please.  i didn't think they would be able to find me again.  i shouldn't have told people my real name.  i shouldn't have told people what it did to me.  i shouldn't have ran off in the first place,  but at least i got to live a life for a couple years. 

I heard yelling as they got in. everything else was a bit of a blur; me, crying as it (the government) dragged me away.  I was in shock.  

When i got to the laboratory, it told me i needed to leave because i knew too much.  At first, i was extremely confused what they meant by 'leave',  but now i realize that they are going to kill me.  

i found a piece of paper and a pen in the small room,  so i wrote what is happening to me.  If anyone sees this,  the government is evil.  Do not trust them.  They want us all dead and only use us for experiments.  

Dj is my name. 

They are here.  I hope someone finds this letter.  Goodbye, world.

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