Journal # 17

First it started with a few little eyes from the kids, staring at me asking what I was. Then the grownups had their little side conversations with their eyes focused on me and for some reason I felt threatened. I yearned to escape but I simply couldn't because of two things: 1) I was tied to the ceiling 2) I was in a state of physical paralysis in which only my mind functioned. Then it happened I thought someone would come to liberate me but they just took me to another room to stuff me with candy with some unknown purpose but I knew it wasn't gonna be good. Then I was tied back up and I was astounded by how many little beady eyes were staring at me. Then I was lowered, so many kids were holding sticks and started swinging. I've never been hit with so much wrath and so much anger. Then I felt a crack in my side my insides started spewing and then I popped and all the candy came rushing  down. I've never seen kids scramble for candy in such a savage way, the brutality in them.