The boy

The boy on the bed

He was the one

The one to be taken

As I descended toward him

He started muttering

Saying things

Things that were

Unusual

Dangerous

I quickly pushed it to the back of my mind

And concentrated

Searching

Searching for the right word

The word to take him away

I remember

I remember the first day

I had to do this

It was

And still is

A gruesome sight to me

As I whispered the right word

I had a feeling of unsettlement

Yet serenity

I watched

Entranced

As a ghastly swirling mist appeared

It was grey

So, so grey

I watched

Horrified

As the mist started twisting

Twisting the body and the air around

I watched as the body became disfigured

As the body was suddenly lifted in the air

And set back down just as abruptly as it had been raised

The grey mist

So beautiful yet troubling

Floated over to me

And settled into the palm of my hand

Which had mysteriously opened

As my mind floated out of the memory

I looked down at the boy

And saw him still mumbling

One word over and over

I leaned slightly closer to hear

And was taken aback by the name

Something was

Very, very wrong

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