Horror with the lights on

Why did you leave us? We need you Red.

I… I won’t say it to your stupid stringy face—-but I need you.

Remember when we talked in the dark…. we told each other how much we liked looking at each other?

Now, (Ring! Ring! RING!) the kitchen is way too bright and these monsterous “teachers” are blocking me from answering the phone.

“Something’s…. Missing….” I mutter, my throat hurting, tears leaking from my eyes as I hold Yellow’s tiny hand. He’s just a child. We could be his parents, Red, but you left!

Now it’s terror with the lights on.