:the Orange, Yellow Leaf:

Sitting in the basement, I giggle  and look through the clouded window. I know they'll be back in a matter of minutes. Not wasting time, I look at what lays beyond the window. My eyes widen, for I haven't been out of the basement in a while. Since they told me someone wants me dead. Dirty clothes and plates build up separates piles. I see fall leaves, orange,yellow, and red. But NO! They said. Stay in your bed. You've been mislead. And you want you dead. So hide from yourself! They are back. The voices overwhelm my head, Leaving blood trickling from the nape of my neck. My skin becomes itchy, My tongue burning, Pus oozes from my fingertips. And I itch. Ignoring the pain I feel and bleeding scrape marks I'm making. I hear my precious mother pounding on the precious door. And smile sadly, through the agony, knowing that when she gets to me, I will be no more. A warm substance streams slowly from my ears. I begin to cough up my lungs and stomach. My death is approaching. It is near. My eyes develop tears. Knowing that I've finally got me, After all these years. The voices. Laughing in my head. Saying, "Hey, you chose this instead. Instead of selling your soul, which off of it we would've fed. Look at you! Happy ending! YOU'RE DEAD. " I cough up white and red and black. My breathing going slack. Such morbid colors that I've seen. I collapse onto my back, my vision starts to lack, And I look out the window and see the Orange, Yellow Leaf.