Mechanical Pencil

surrounded by ones like me, I've been with them from creation, So I guess they are family. Sometimes we are jostled around, our bodies knocking into eachother. We all share the same slender frame, covering our lead core. One change of lighting cycle, there was extra jostling, more muttered apologetic clicks, then a bright red light passes over us, A beep rang thought the air. Then more jostling. Once all the movement stoped, another change of light cycle passes, Then it begins. An unidentified thing kidnaps one of us. (for the time being we will call this unidentified thing, Thing) No one can move, we are frozen in fear. Not too far away we hear clicks, then the sound of his insides rubbing against paper. For days we are frozen in fear of what will happen, and who will be picked next. Thing comes back a few more times repeating the cycle. our leaded blood runs cold. Will I be the next one? Will it hurt? Will I suffer? After so many gone the rest of us adjust to loss Death is now as common as a good morning click Numb to loss The occasional screams of one against paper will send us off the edge renewed with greif hollow in our loss. At least by the time Thing returns we know the last victim is free. so many gone. once we were 50 strong now our numbers have dwindled to a mere 13 some of us would almost give in and beg Thing to pick us next Thing never listened to their cries. Thing never listened to anything The light change cycle changed, It was my turn. Thing grabed me, pulling me out. Thing foced me to click a few times, I see the paper. My core goes cold. the insides of my brethren are sprawled all over the page, arranged in an unknown style. It makes me sick My insides are pushed out I bit my lip so as not to give in Thing will not win! The paper comes zooming in. I wait for impact there is none. I hover just above the page. It all happens so fast, But the pain drags on slowly. Thing is filing down my insides on to the paper I grit my teeth, not wanting to give in. I glance at the paper hoping to take my mind off it. there is a trail of lead blood marking my every move. Thing lets me rest for half a light change cycle. but it starts again, Thing then flips me over on my head and rubbs back and forth What Thing was doing to my hair I couldnt tell you, but it was strange ~ Of all my time in battle with Thing, The worst was when thing would force it's slobber on me. This concludes my warning, BEWARE THE THING!!!!!