Jimmy

I'd been sane, never showed many signs of going well you know, crazy. It wasn't until the unfortunate loss of my friend Jimmy that I had been a bit...different.You see, Jimmy was into that whole "Supernatural" thing. Which of course I never really cared for, until one fateful day.
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== October 15th, 1986 ==
It was a crisp, cloudy Thursday morning in October. I was walking to school as usual, when I noticed a strange looking object floating in a large puddle. It was a tube of a foul smelling and tasting liquid. I figured I'd play a joke on my old pal, Jimmy. When it came to lunch, I slipped the strange liquid into his milk carton when his back was turned. He chugged his milk (as usual) and started complaining that his milk was sour. I giggled to myself silently, thinking he would only have an upset stomach. I had no idea what would come.
== October 19th, 1986 ==
Jimmy hadn't spoken to anyone in days, not even his parents. At first, I figured it was because of the milk incident. It was, but not in the way I had thought. I noticed strange scars on his cheeks, but dismissed them as minor flesh wounds. I pleaded for him to speak to me, just one word. I got that word, and it was, "Run".
== November 9th, 1986 ==
The fact that Jimmy hadn't been at school for weeks deeply worried me. Of course it wasn't until today that I had even seen him. He was crawling, he looked pretty banged up. I noticed odd markings on his back, they were 6 identically spaced circles, he was badly bruised and was bleeding pretty badly. I was elated just to see him! I asked what had happened, he yelled furiously "Get Away!". I felt heart broken over those words, so I did as he said, and fled home
== November 21st, 1986 ==
I saw Jimmy again today, but not in the way I had hoped. He was crawling, just as a while ago. It was dusk this time, and I was running up to talk to him. I wish I hadn't. Night hit and everything became dark. The person I once saw as my friend began to change. Large, Black fangs erupted from his cheek bones as his jaw unhinged. He sprouted six long, spider-like legs that carried him into the air (about 8 feet off the ground). His flesh grew incredibly pale as claws began exploding from his finger tips. Was this a nightmare?! I screamed at the top of my lungs, and sprinted away, scrambling home.
== November 22nd, 1986 ==
I'd finally decided to go research what was causing this mess. I did the thing any pre-teen kid would, ask the doctor. When I told him the story he sounded worried and he asked how it happened. I lied, and blamed some random person. He asked me to leave, and fast.
== November 30th, 1986 ==
I'd been feeling sick lately, and my mother had given me hot tea, and the newspaper to read. reports of a large, shadowy figure (plus a few blurry photos) causing a massacre at the school. I was so happy I wasn't there. "Most of the staff (including the principal) was brutally murdered, evidence shows by multiple stab wounds in the forehead", read the article. I had to end this, I had to kill my friend.
== December 19th, 1986 ==
All of my plans had been ruined! I'd woken up to a familiar fanged face, it was midnight. I wasn't in my house. I was engulfed by utter darkness. My friend had gotten worse, his eyes were a horrifying bright red. And as I stared, he moved in real close and breathed a single familiar word. "Run". I realized where I was now, I was in the school. Despite my best attempts at running, 2 legs is nothing compared to 8. He pounced on me, crushing my left leg. The police began showing up. Jimmy swore that if he went, I was going with him. He stabbed his fangs into my good leg, I screamed like a baby. Bullets flooded the air as I saw my friend take down entire squad cars. He was unstoppable....I blacked out, and when I woke up, about a day later. Jimmy had won the struggle.
== Present Day ==
Jimmy's whereabouts are currently unknown. As for my legs, I needed crutches for a while, but I managed to recover. I grew up to be confident in everything I did. This experience has changed me, for the better. Now if you'll excuse me, it's getting late. I need to go... eat...
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