Ramble.

Badibing, badibu.

15 year old Eddie is trying to keep his mind together.

Honestly, he's trying to get a grip.

He is a world kickboxing champion for his age group when he was just 11 years old for crying out loud. I mean he's

thinking to himself come on get it together. So to keep himself busy I mean

honestly to keep his mind from falling apart Eddie goes on a jog it was more like a

sprint at the local park called Linear Park and he is just plagued by all of these

negative thoughts all week,

and he just wants to distract himself.

Because every second of every single day,

for the past seven days,

his eyes are glued to his phone non-stop.

He's just waiting. Essentially it's almost

Valentine's Day he's 15 and the girl that he likes still has not

texted him and it's driving him mad. I mean what does it mean? Eddie comes home from his

jog he changes out of his soiled clothes and he starts googling on his computer

how to combat anxiety. All the while he's checking his phone non-stop, he's tapping on the

screen just to see if he missed a notification, he's checking the button on the

side to make sure it's not on silent mode.

Ding! Eddie rushes to click open his messages. It's not her. It's an old classmate of his

named Scarlet. She text. My brother just told me not to go anywhere near Linear Park because a woman got stabbed there.

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