[ WP ] You are the main character of a poorly written story by a 7th grader , filled to the brim with angst , dark past , black and red attire and general edginess . But you are now made aware of this .

First post here, hope I'm doing this right. 
 
 The street was dark. There were people walking everywhere and I hated them, each and every one. But I couldn ’ t speak up. They ’ d kill me. 
 
 So instead I went back inside. I watched the drones shuffle around from an upstairs window and I waited. There was nothing else to do. 
 
 Later that night I tried it again. I pulled my black hood up high and stepped out. They were still there. I had to get to the end of the block. I ’ d be fine if I could just get there. There was a loud crash and it started to rain. The slaves never looked up. 
 
 So I started walking real slow and sheep-like so they wouldn ’ t notice me. I just waddled down the road. These people had blank stares and just moved around mindlessly. I tried my best to imitate them. 
 
 I was nearly there – I could read the street sign, for chrissake – when I caught eyes with one of the robot people. My heart nearly stopped. I thought I was dead. Christ, I thought I was gon na die. 
 But the slave looked away fast. Like he was scared almost. Like he was a person. So that got me thinking, and I almost couldn ’ t believe it. 
 
 Shuffling as fast as I could I turned around to catch the guy. He was fast. I caught him and started walking next to him. He started breathing faster. I could tell he was scared, so I tried to change that. 
 
 “ Hey, ” I whispered, “ You ’ re not one of them, huh? What are you doing out here? ” 
 
 And he turned his head real slow to look at me, still playing the game. We met eyes and held it for a while. At least a couple minutes. Then he whispered back, “ They can ’ t know. Be quiet or they ’ ll know. ” Like I didn ’ t already know that. 
 
 “ Yeah, I got it. But what are you doing? I haven ’ t seen a person like me out here in... well... never. ” And that was a weird thought. I couldn ’ t remember much of anything, except just walking outside a few minutes ago. Almost like I ’ d just been born. It was strange. I shrugged it off. 
 
 “ What do you mean ‘ what am I doing ’? I... well, I... ” Like he couldn ’ t remember. Like he ’ d just been on autopilot or something. “ To hell with what I ’ m doing, what are you doing? ” He got a little loud and I thought they ’ d heard him. But we were safe. So I told him. 
 
 “ I need to get to the end of the block. ” 
 
 “ What block? ” 
 
 “ *The* block, ” I said, real sarcastic. I didn ’ t like this guy. And he looked real confused. I hated him for a second. But then I didn ’ t know. What block? And I got these weird feelings like I just woke up. Like I ’ d been on autopilot. And I was scared, real scared. Then he says to me, out of nowhere: “ This is a bad story. ” 
 
 Bad story? This guy was nuts. I think. But then again, if it really was a story, it was a bad – is a bad one. I ’ m a little confused now. So I walk without saying anything and he just walks alongside. And I try to remember something. Anything. Nothing comes. And I think that if this is a story, it ’ s a bad one, for sure. Like the guy writing it is just on autopilot. And I look down at my clothes – black sweater, black pants. And the rain picks up. The sheep don ’ t notice. And I forget why I ’ m scared of them. 
 
 In the street the rain has puddled. I stop to look at myself, but my features aren ’ t there. Like I can ’ t process them. And I think, good god, if this is a story, this guy isn ’ t paying attention at all. But I realize that if he wakes up to what ’ s going on, he ’ ll be scared. And then maybe he ’ ll stop writing. 
 
 But it can ’ t be a story. Right? So I keep walking. I know it ’ s bullshit but maybe it ’ s not. So I stay quiet. Try to keep him on autopilot. But now I see the people waking up. I hear voices that aren ’ t my own. He ’ s narrating again. And if I can only reach the end of the block I ’ ll be okay. Slave people shuffling along. I ca n't. I need to hide. Slaves. I ca n't. Help. 
 
 Help.
