By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I know what you're thinking they all think it but maybe you're just as sick and wacky as the rest of em probably privileged to. Listen it might sound crazy but I'm not like how they tell you I am and quite frankly you don't know where I came from pushed away like some piece of trash, I bleed too but they still fail to believe that. I'm just like them pushed away and brushed off by society where girls are punished for being “disobedient” but what do they know isn't that right Mr.Cuddles? The old batty woman says to the bear sitting next to her asking for confirmation for she was telling the truth, nothing about what she said was a lie but who would believe an old schizophrenic emitted by her own sister the woman felt betrayal, anger, sometimes numb of all emotion entirely. When the woman was in her “prime” which is what she liked to call it the woman was sweet but also so very clueless she was young naive and mistreated but she didn't know any better. The young man sitting across from her becomes more intrigued seemingly to forget how “tangled up” he was. She leans in and continues again after a brief break. young man I once was like you walking around like I owned the place but do you expect me to believe that society and all its horrible people were gonna pay huh well I realized quickly they never pay WHY DON'T THEY PAY! she yelled in frustration trying to think of why but she knew there was no explanation as to why the world had been so cruel to her but too good to him. Maybe just maybe if they weren't put into the world it wouldn't have to make tough decisions you hear me boy they don't pay only the innocent ones do it's never the ones who have to ugh it's so infuriating though how I know I can't change it but maybe its how it's supposed to be but why my dear child but why does the world insist on making it harder. My feet on the fire trying to put it out but for I cannot save the leaves I cannot for it has turned to ash. The old woman sniffles and starts to get sensitive like I said at the start it's all true what she's saying but even though they think it's just a fragment of her imagination they won’t ever know now will they? The old woman described impeccably as living is like walking on pins. It hurts constantly but you'll soon figure out how to leave or will you?. The old woman loved a good mystery. It was always her favorite genre as a young child; it held all the escapes she could imagine. It was an endless possibility and she loved every second of it. Now boy, why should I just forgive and forget nothing is that simple just like trying to get your kite back after letting it go. I CRY BOY every night just like you mmh I bet you didn't know I knew but we all cry when the lights go out we all just want the sun to come up and come back just back to pretending but that's the problem with people like you and me we cry yes but we don't try we never try to make a difference this is me making that difference sorry for how off-topic I've gone my child but the rabbit hole is much deeper then you may have seen oh but how clueless we've all become and this is what society has done yes that fire hurt it hurt so much but it was worth a little pain rather than a lifetime. The woman constantly went off topic but she had points for each and everyone she might have been crazy but she was wise yes wise but mostly crazy. The boy leans in just like me you say? Yes, boy just like you but the only difference between me and you is you, my dear child, you are all tangled up. The old woman grabs the dusty, old knife sitting beside her and throws it across the room trying to see the boy's reaction. It landed right above him it was about an inch close to hitting him. She's crazy like I said she was old and crazy and loved a great mystery. What is wrong with you? The young man said he was frightened for his life. Boy listen up it's not me it's you and what you fail to see not assume to see, you hear me? Why else would you be down here in this dark, old and dusty basement. I know you hear it the water dripping slowly but we all don't make it out alive now fight and maybe just maybe we can be different in so many more ways just only if you fight because I never fought. The woman was crazy, wise, but what I failed to mention was she is a killer of all those innocent people. As she said before the innocent ones always pay before those who already need to because she says society is cruel. Child understand the words I lay upon your brain don't forget how naive and clueless I was, but strong's what I've become still numb yes but I remain strong I'm the lion in the jungle and you boy oh you are my prey you haven't seen the last of what I've got to say my story is far too long but I won't bore you with the details you child are a mystery and I like mysteries for I am nothing but a mystery you see. The old crazy woman gets up off the squeaky white chair she'd been sitting on and walks towards the young man who'd been tied to a banister with rope and zip ties. She grabs that knife that she threw and rips it out the wall. The young man is trembling in fear for his life. Calm down boy and breath. The lady takes the knife slowly, walks behind the banister, and cuts off the rope and zip ties. The young boy trembling with fear starts to rub his wrists. They are red from being tied up way too tight. He looks up at the woman and says why? she proceeded to respond because only the innocents pay I thought I told you well next time listen she walks him to the door and lets him out with the brightest smile on her face as she lets the boy out she whispers in his ear make them pay boy make them she closes the door behind him and he runs and doesn't stop running then suddenly realizing what the woman said he sat on a bench for hours and then hours turned into days like I said she was crazy but oh so wise some say that young man is still sitting on that very bench today because they all thought he was crazy they say the old woman never existed was it true? You'll never know, remember she loved a good mystery.