Certain Drawing Age
Hi. I'm Aaron. I'm 15 years old. I was burned in a fire in 2002 when I was 5. I went to a camp for burned people. It was a camp in San Diego. There I met Chris and Carla. They were very nice to me. They would draw crosses and under it they wrote "CERTAIN DRAWING AGE".
One night they snuck out to my cabin and woke me up. They wanted me to pray with them. Reluctantly I said, "Alright you two. I'll do it. How long's it gonna take?"
Carla said, "Not that long." We got to get some things along the way to the church. We'd make a cross everywhere we went. We just grab some branches and tie them together.
Then it was done. "Lets go," I said. Then we left.
On the way we picked up the smallest 15 year old I'd ever seen. He looked about five foot two and his name was Antwone. We all were about four miles away from camp when we got to the church. We grabbed two branches, made a cross, and let it fall against the wall of the church. We prayed in the abandoned church for a minute, then left. No one said a word the entire walk back to camp.
The next day I asked Chris if I could see the crosses he drew. He said yes. I was expecting or 6 crosses. I WAS WRONG. I counted the crosses as I saw them. There were about 759. He kept them in a plastic drawer in his cabin. He asked if I wanted to go on another prayer session. Once again, I said yes.
This one was different. Me and Antwone weren't expecting it.
As we got to the church, Chris lunged at me. Carla lunged at Antwone. Chris got me in a some kind of weird hold and Carla did the same to Ant. Chris grabbed a syringe with what looked like water. He stuck the needle into my spine just above the base and injected the needle. I felt everything. The needle in my spine and the injection.
Chris pulled out a box cutter and cut my back along my spine. My body fell limp. Ant got the same. Poor kid.
Chris cut my spine away from my body. I died.
Before I died both of them said at the same time, "Certain drawing age!" over and over. Carla said "Your spines will incarnate. He will be pleased. You're probably wondering why he needs them. Lets just say certain drawing age! Now we will be immortal! Never ending life!"
Chris joined in by saying," The spines of a thousand teenagers will do nicely! You two are the lucky 900 and 1000 numbers!
They got what they wanted. Those sick, morbid mother fuckers. We'll get our revenge one day, and we will enjoy it!
Just one detail bugs me to this day. What does drawing have to do with this?
Credited to Inmate0987
Originally uploaded on April 28, 2012
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