Dark Times Are Coming
He came back to see the wall in his room was once again cleared. All the papers and pictures that were scattered all over his floor were no longer there. They even took his dirty clothes from the night he went to the asylum for traces of evidence. He felt robbed and r***d that strangers had come into his most private sanctuary and trampled all over it. At least they left the TV and the mattress and all his mask collections. Friday was leaning on the door frame with her backpack. "I'm sorry you had to go through this," she knew she played a big part in what had happened. "Are you alright?" he asked. Friday nodded, "Are you?" Adrian nodded. He stood up and Friday rushed over to him and hugged him. "Thank you for not telling them," Adrian put his index finger to his lips. No one needed to
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