Balloons

(hi guys, sorry if you're bored at first. The story gets better)

Balloons. Balloons of all colors. wait- not all colors. There's no black. The Balloons are red, yellow, green, bright. Where's the white? It doesn't feel good to be left out. Even on my birthday I feel so, so alone.
I go outside the bowling alley. Away from the cheers and laughs. I sit on the ground and close my eyes.

And suddenly I'm in a room with greenish brownish walls and blood. Dark blood leaking down the walls. and there's a little tiny window with light shining through it but it's covered. Covered by black balloons filling the room. Black balloons everywhere. I don't know what to do. I stop freaking out. Everything's calm and then Pop! There goes a balloon. The pop makes my ears ring. Pop! There goes another one then they all start popping from the back of the room coming towards me. And I noticed the room was familiar to me. Pop. Pop. Pop. Stop. One balloon didn't pop. It was right in my face. Everything was calm for a moment. It was like the balloon was on my side and it was scared but it was also evil. So pop! I pop the balloon. My ears rang so loud it hurt. Everything started to shake. I fell to the floor. Everything started falling apart. The floor was breaking and dropping. Everything was black. The window was still there and without thinking I jumped through it. Outside the window was a big white balloon. And there was something in it. I jumped.

And I snapped out of it. I opened my eyes.