horrors and fears (new skit)

Hey, I'm back with a new skit post.

I'm still waking up at 5 am. Ugh, I hate this.

I go to sleep very late too, so I don't get my body.

Everything's a scam. Pfft.

Hehe, enjoy this! :)

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[Date: February 27th. Time: Exact time is unknown. Location: School classroom.]

Teacher: *sits at her desk and faces the class* Who wants to come up front and read their horror short story to the class?
Class: *is silent, nobody raises their hand*
Teacher: *looks at Duke who is sitting at his desk with a paper on his desk* Hmm.. what about you?
Duke: *raises head to look at the teacher* You want me to go?
Teacher: That's right.
Duke: *stands up and pushes his chair in* An original horror short story was the assignment, right?
Teacher: That is correct. You have yours in your hand, so I'm not sure why you're asking questions about the assignment now.
Duke: *loses eye contact with the teacher and walks to the front of the class* Fictional?
Teacher: Well, how else would you have done the assignment?
Duke: Well...
Teacher: We're writing fiction, Duke.
Duke: *nods* Yes. Of course, ma'am.
Class: *pays attention to Duke as he reads his story*

[Duke starts to read his horror short story.]

Duke: Once upon a time, there was a boy. Ever since he was young, he was judged by society for being abnormal. Time passed, and certain people in the boy's town thought he was dangerous and even a monster. Strangers to the boy talked on the streets about how he had a sketchy family, and that he witnessed and committed actions that nobody that young should have ever done. The boy....

Duke: .... One day, this group of men caught the boy. They treated him like a criminal on death row, even though he did not commit any crimes. The group believed the boy to be a dangerous monster; somebody who looked like a human but wasn't actually human. One of the men believed that executing the boy would make everything okay. I mean, the boy was a monster after all, right?....

Duke: .... With the several bullets lodged in his forehead, he grinned maliciously at the man who shot him. The man looked in terrified awe. The boy was indeed not human because he was still alive....

Duke: .... The other man had a different view on what to do with the boy. Instead of simply killing the boy, he believed that forming experiments on the boy was a better idea. The boy had several qualities that intrigued the crew. He wasn't human, no, he was something else. But what? What was he made of? Mentally, physically?....

Duke: .... The experiments were synonymous with torture techniques. The man stabbed and burned one of the boy's eyeballs on a daily basis. He also cut different areas of the boy's body, so he would bleed. The man was very interested in the boy's blood. He made sure he bled a specific amount each day....

Duke: .... It wasn't only physical trauma. During the torture sessions, the boy thought about his life. He filled in the gaps of his past. He fell into insanity. He lost any humanity he had left....

Duke: *lifts head and faces the class with wide eyes* It was painful. *lowers his hands holding the paper to show he finished reading his story*

[Note: The ....'s show a break in time from Duke's story. I left a lot of what Duke was saying out.]

Teacher: Wow, that was vivid. Longer than I expected, but it was good nonetheless.
Class: *claps*
Duke: *puts his paper on the teacher's desk, walks back to his desk*
Classmate: *whispers to Duke* Your story gave me chills. You put in so many details, it's almost as if you knew what it felt like.
Duke: *looking down at his desk* Yeah. Thanks.
Other classmate: Yeah, I was surprised you didn't cry while reading it. I think I would have if I wrote it. I almost cried while listening to you read.
Duke: *whispers, not facing anyone* Yeah...

[A few minutes later.]

Duke: *speaks under his breath* God... *cries silently at his desk*

[Scene fades to darkness. In the next scene, it's in the evening on the same day. Duke is lying on a couch, looking like a mess. He punches a cushion while lying down, and he then sits up. Oh and he's hyperventilating and covered in sweat.]

Duke: ... Damn it. *gets up*
Dawn: Are you awake from your nap yet?
Duke: What nap?
Dawn: You dropped your backpack on the floor when we came home from school, and then you immediately dropped yourself all over the couch.
Duke: I was tired. It's been a long day.
Dawn: *checks clock* We cane home at 2:30. It's now a little after 7. Are you doing okay?
Duke: Yeah, I'm fine.
Dawn: Well, I mean, you're breathing way too fast, you're practically drenched in sweat, and it looks like you just cried.
Duke: *wipes hand across forehead* Oh, is that so?
Dawn: Uh yeah.
Duke: *laughs once and walks around the room*
Dawn: You know you can tell me anything that's bothering you.
Duke: Yeah, yeah. *stretches arms and leaves the room*

[Fierdan is standing right outside the room.]

Fierdan: So, how long are you going to pretend that what happened in the past doesn't affect you anymore?
Duke: *grunts and rolls his eyes*
Fierdan: I know you still think about what happened. It keeps on replaying in your mind. You're falling apart, Duke.
Duke: I'm doing fine! I am fine!
Fierdan: *stares at Duke and places a hand on his face* No. No, you're not. You're not fine.
Duke: I'm not leaving school again! I'm just not doing it, Fierdan, and I don't care if I'm not the exact definition of human. I deserve a normal life, and I don't care that I'm not normal either.
Fierdan: They keep on replaying, playing over and over again. You can't forget the memories of seeing your friends die. You can't forget the memories of being killed and you killing that man. You can't escape your past. The more you struggle and try to run away from it, the more you're hurting yourself. You're losing your mind.
Duke: I'm fine!
Fierdan: You're not really sleeping. Don't you want to be saved before you come to the point I'm at?
Duke: I don't need saving. *takes Fierdan's hand off his face*
Fierdan: You're also traumatized. Accept that.
Duke: I'm not living in the past like you are, Fierdan! Let it go already!
Fierdan: The past.. you're also living in it! You're just denying the truth because you're afraid. You don't want the rest of them to know, but it's okay. You dealt with so much pain in the past. You killed and were killed. You were the tortured and the torturer. You know what it's like to be both, and nobody else does.
Duke: What about yourself?
Fierdan: I haven't experienced it like you have.
Duke: *sighs tiredly*

........... yeah idk.

I'm too tired to think of anything else to add.

Yay, a new skit.

Oh, Duke...

~ Cutepups