Its a Secret
You take my hand and pull me into the dark
I shiver from the coldness as I look upon the marks
Marks on the walls of the hallway we went down
Telling a story with pain they let out
I couldn’t understand it, but I knew you could
Because as you read it too, you had a weird look
Your face turned white and tears were streaming
I knew this story definitely had a meaning
You grab my hand again and continue to walk
Until suddenly my chest ran into your shoulder as we came to a stop
I looked around, and all I saw were walls
Walls of stone that were 100 feet tall
In the middle of the room there was a single chair
It wasn’t a special chair; it was just sitting there
You told me to sit and I did as you said
Someone came in, his white shirt stained with red
You pay no mind to him as he walks right beside you
“Can I be part of this secret too?”
He gave me a smile that was like no other smile
It was a weird smile; Gruesome and vile
You smiled the same smile
This lasted for a while
Staring at each other with only silence to hear
I think I felt something run down my cheek, a tear?
Why was I crying? These were my friends
They wouldn’t hurt me; I would just wait until the end
They said we were playing a game, a special one
And that I would get a reward if I won
I trust them because they are the best friends I have met
We are playing a game they said, but it’s a secret.
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