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wonderlands-just-a-pysche-ward · 4 years

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Black Swan

I was walking down the long halls of the castle, I still couldn't believe it. This is our home now.

My footsteps walked down the hall. I still felt like I didn't belong in the castle. It was so elegant, old and graceful.

I still didn't know the full story of this place, my dad wasn't telling me much.

I made my way towards my new room, I hadn't dared to move anything. It was beautiful and most likely a girls room, Pictures and drawings of flowers, animals, and beautiful scenery, whoever this room used to be was an amazing artist.

I walked over to the bed, huge and soft.

It looked so comfy, I put the box in my hands down. And slowly left the room to grab more stuff.

It was dinner time. I sat at the table with my dad and younger sister. I still felt like I didn't belong in this castle. Especially since the dinner we we're having was takeaways.

Still it was pretty good. We talked a while about nothing in particular really. Then when dinner was over dad did the dishes, my younger sister went to explore. And I decided to go explore the attic.

I climbed up the ladder and into the dusty attic. I almost immediately started coughing. It was so dusty!

I wiped my eyes but pulled myself up to continue looking around. The floorboards creaked and there was a small window that was covered in so many spiderwebs I could barely see out of it. But the boxes had interesting contents. A beautiful porcelain doll dressed in an elegant tutu. Two black dancing shoes that I didn't dare pick up and only ran one finger down it gently. The fabric was old but still soft. But the most interesting, that was in the best condition, was a beautiful music box shaped like a carousel. I turned the knob gently scared it might break off if I did it too hard. Once I let go it let out a tune that I recognised at London Bridge

'London Bridge is falling down

Falling down, falling down

London Bridge is falling down

My fair lady

Build it up with iron bars

Iron bars, iron bars

Build it up with iron bars

My fair lady'

Once it finished I explored a bit more. But there wasn't that much stuff that I was interested in. The old owner obviously had a unique taste. Glass animals. Scarfs. Games. Paints. Masks. Everything had an antique feel to it. I felt like if I touched it it would break. I decided that I should go set up my room a bit more, casting one more look at the music box. And In a moment of muse. I picked it up gently and carefully carried it back to my room.

Walking back slowly I felt like I was in a daze. I opened the door and a gush of cold wind hit me. I looked around but there was no source. The fan was unplugged and the widow was shut.

I shrugged and sat down on the bed lightly. Still holding the music box in my hand. I screwed the handle again and closed my eyes as the soft melody played.

A crystal chandelier hung above the empty ballroom. Mirrors covered each wall so no matter where I turned there was an imagine of myself. I turned around but no matter where I looked, I imagined myself walking looking back at myself. Then they started to multiply. More and more reflections then mirrors. I started to panic. And run around the ballroom. Then suddenly in my hand the music box appeared. I threw it at the mirror and it smashed. Then all of them did. I heard a crack and looked up. The chandelier was falling. I fell to the ground and curled up in a ball. A loud smash echoed through the ballroom and then there was silence. I hesitantly looked up. But standing in between the parks of the broken chandelier, was a girl.

She was soaking wet. Her white hair damp and covering her eyes, she seemed to be crying a black goop but she was smiling. She turned her head and her hair fell away from her eyes. I froze. They were pure black except for her blood red pupils. He smiled widened into a sinister grin. She opened her mouth and said

“London bridge is falling down.

She’s lost her crown.

The ladys gone she flew away

Into the water she shall stay

London Bridge is falling down

She tried to scream but there was no sound

Now she stuck ten feet below

It happened so slow

London Bridge is falling down….

My….fair….lady”

She sounded like a siren. It echoed through the hall. She stopped and closed her mouth looking at me. She choked out some water and more goop left her eyes. She started shaking.

“It’s...your...fault..”

Once my eyes finally opened I jumped up, even though I had woken up I still felt her cold hands around my neck. Taking deep quick breaths and squeezed my eyes shut and muttered a cruise under my breath.

It felt so real….

Slowly I got out of bed and ambly made my way toward the big window, pulling the curtain aside I stared at the stars. Searching for any constellations I knew.

After a while of sitting there I felt myself calm down. And I crawled back into bed.

Opening my eyes I sat up slowly. I couldn’t remember my dreams, all I could remember was the music box. Turning around I stared at it. Trying to shake the feeling of unease rising in my gut I decided to go eat something and then explore the gardens more. I got up out of bed and the cold floor didn't agree with my feet as I walked to the kitchen.

After eating I finally was able to go outside, the warm morning sun hit my face and already I felt myself starting to feel more relaxed. Walking over to the fountain I sat on the edge and looked at the lilies floating inside. The water was calm and cool so I dipped my hands into it. I let them rest in it for a while as the sunlight hit my back. But then a chill ran up and though my body and It suddenly didn’t matter how much sunlight was out because the inside of my body was ice cold.

I pulled my arm out quickly and dried it off on my sweater. Cursing under my breath I decided to walk through the garden. I looked up at the sun. and as a cloud passed over it making everything darker, I looked up and at the forest nearby. With one last glance at the blue sky I made my way toward it. Making sure to keep to the stone path I was dead silent in hope I would hear all sorts of cool sounds.

The birds chirped in the background, I could hear a few crickets every now and then and a small river running by.

But the most prominent sound of all was the leaves rustling and the tree branches creaking as they bent in the wind.

I walked and walked until my feet started to hurt and I started to wonder what I was doing. But it was as if I couldn't stop. My body moving all on its own as if some unknown force was pulling me to it like a magnet.

Suddenly my body stopped and whoever was using my body as a marionette puppet must have stopped tugging my strings. I had no idea where I was. It was getting dark and I was far away from home.

As a sudden pang of fear hit me I didn’t know what to do. I could be out here all night! What if I left dad's property already?

In a moment of decision. I ran. Turning back around and sprinting home. For some reason I thought I couldn't stop. I was convinced if I did something would get me. I didn't even look back.

I just kept on running.

Finally bursting out of the bush I kept running through the garden and pulled the door open.

Looking around curiously. Before letting out a sigh of relief as a realise dad wasn't home from work yet. But that realief was replaced by guilt when I realised I had left my younger sister home alone. Luckily it didn't last long as I saw her on the living room floor with her transformers and block houses.

And now my worry was relief again. “Hey Jade” I walked over and sat next to her, she looked at me and from her expression I could tell that she hadn't even noticed that I was gone.

“What are you playing?”

She then began to explain her game to me in great detail and then invited me to play. So I spent the rest of the day making a cringy high pitch voice as I was a barbie doll trying to rebuild my blockhouse and hide from the transformers.

As the mince sizzled in the pan I started to realise what a good idea it was to start cooking dinner. Dad still wouldn't be home in a while and Jade kept yelling that if she had to wait any longer she would eat her own arm. I wouldn't doubt it actually.

“Hang in there” I told her trying to hold back a giggle, the pasta was already boiled and and cheese was grated so all that was left was the mince. As I stirred in some rosemary a tune came to me and I started to hum it. It took me a while to realise that the tune was London Bridge.

I stopped. I didn’t know why but the tune now held something ominous that it didn’t when I was younger and I didn’t know why. Pausing stirring I tried to remember something….but all that came to me was Jades yelling.

I sat down at the table, dad had finally come home and Jade was bouncing in her seat. We held hands and said grace

"We give You thanks for food and drinks and all that You provide: flowers, mountains, stars above, family by our side. Grant that we might hear Your voice and always be our Guide; From now until the end of time may we, in You, abide. Amen."

As I stared at the food on my plate I looked up at my dad,

“Dad...what happened to the old owner of this house?”

He choked on whatever was in his mouth and stared at me, “he sold it”

“Yeah, but why?”

“Because he didn’t want to live in it alone”

“Didn’t he have a daughter though?”

He didn't answer me,

I opened my mouth to ask him something else but he interrupted.

“Lets just enjoy our dinner please”

So I shut up. But I wasn't done questioning things.

I sat crossed legged on my bed. Admiring the music box once again. I turned the knob a few times and once again listened to it. I closed my eyes and tried to picture what this tune reminded me of. But, I couldn't think. With all the walking I did today I was absolutely exhausted.

Slowly I lay down and curled up into bed. With my muscles relaxing I could feel myself fall asleep.

Darkness was all I could see. Nothing. I had no idea if I was walking, running or if I wasn't even moving at all, frantically I looked around. Looking for any sign of someone else being here. Anyone or anything to show me that I wasn’t alone. But I couldn’t see anything. And then suddenly out of nowhere a tune filled my ears.

“London bridge is falling down.

She’s lost her crown.

The ladys gone she flew away

Into the water she shall stay

London Bridge is falling down

She tried to scream but there was no sound

Now she stuck ten feet below

It happened so slow

London Bridge is falling down….

My….fair….lady”

This voice was back and singing. Over and over gradually getting louder until it filled my head and it echoed in my mind and I couldn't hear anything else. Not even my own voice as I tried to scream.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

But I had no idea whether it had actually left my mouth or not. I felt like I was falling and I didn’t know what to do. Desperately flailing I reached out hoping to grab something. Then I abruptly stopped as my body plunged into something cold...and wet...water. It took me a few moments to realise that I couldn’t breath. Panicking I tried to swim up. But no matter how far up I swam I didn’t seem to get any closer to the surface. My lungs started to burn and I started to get desperate. Flailing my arms around I desperately tried to move faster.

My eyes opened and even though I was awake I still felt like I couldnt breath. I threw the streets off of myself and started gasping for air. Sitting there I grabbed my notebook and tried to write down everything I remembered about the dream before it left my head

London Bridge Song

Water (coulndt breath) drowning?

Darkness, nothing.

I stared at the page and tried to remember something else but it was too late. Throwing my book down in frustration I decided then enough was enough. Maybe I missed something in the attic. Maybe there was something there that could tell me what was going on. Getting out of bed, (not even bothering to make it) I pulled on some shoes and made my way towards the attic.

Pushing open the door once again I climbed into the attic and gazed at all the boxes. This was gonna take a while. But I had to know. Picking up the box nearest to me I opened it and started to rifle through the contents.`it took a while but in the fifth box I found something interesting. Old newspaper clippings

𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖉

𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕴𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉! 𝕯𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖞𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉

𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗

𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖋 𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗

As I read though all the news articiles a panic grew within me. What the hell. The last owner….drowned his daughter? I started to feel dizzy as I heard a buzz in my ear.

“Dad! Hey dad!” I watched as a young girl ran though the garden towards her father. They were both smiling and laughing, the sun was shining down on them making a golden hue glow. She held her hands out for her dad to pick her up. He looked so tired. I had no idea why but his eyes seemed to be lifeless..

“Arent you getting a little old to be picked up?” he laughed “your fifthteen you know”

She giggled. “Please!”

He gave a dry chuckle and picked her up.

Then the weather seemed to change like someone flipped a switch. Clouds rolled in and rain poured down. She frowned tried to cover herself with her arms.

“Dad can we go inside now?”

He was silent. No smile and his face and his eyes held no sign of emotion. He walked toward the lake slowly. The rain still hammering onto his head. He could barely see a few feat ahead.

“Dad?” she said again

“Ophelia…” he spoke her name once, before stopping at the shoreline for a moment. “I’m so cold…” he dropped her into the lake. When she realised what was going on she started struggling. But he held her head underwater. She couldnt breath. She wanted to scream but her head was underwater. She thrashed around the water and was slowly running out of energy. As she started to sink to the bottom she couldnt hold it in she opened her mouth and let the water in.

As her dad looked at her lifelessly. He said “its all your fault….”

Opening my eyes I stared at the wall….Oh shit….we just did what all white people do in horror movies didnt we. as more panic started to rise in me I froze the moment I heard a famliar tune behind me.

'London Bridge is falling down

Falling down, falling down

London Bridge is falling down

My fair lady

Build it up with iron bars

Iron bars, iron bars

Build it up with iron bars

My fair lady'

Turning around slowly I saw the music box behind me. Now I was terrfied. As If it was going to actually answer me I said shakily.

“What do you want?”

And of course it didnt answer me. I decided to leave it behind this time. And I went outside to try and clear my head. Sitting on the swing I swung slowly and closed my eyes. Trying to understand what happened today. My brain just couldnt process it. I sat on that swing so long even when the sun went down and it became so dark I couldn’t see my own hand. I sat there.

“London bridge is falling down.

She’s lost her crown.

The ladys gone she flew away

Into the water she shall stay

London Bridge is falling down

She tried to scream but there was no sound

Now she stuck ten feet below

It happened so slow

London Bridge is falling down….

My….fair….lady”

I looked up slowly and she stood in front of me again. But this time I knew her name. I knew what she looked like before she died. I was staring at a ghost.

“Ophelia”

She looked at me. I couldn’t tell what emotion she felt. But she looked so different. Soaking wet in wet clothes and wet hair. Black goop dripped from her eyes. She opened her mouth and water spilled out. Her eyes were pure black except for her red iris. Which seemed to glow. She smiled and it was then I knew I wasn’t getting out of there alive. Holding out her hand she said

“It’s...your..fault”

𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕵𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬𝖗𝖎𝖆

Yesterday Two girls (Jade, 7 and Aria, 14) were found drowned in the lake outside their house by the mailman. Their father has been taken in for questioning by the police but nothing yet has been confirmed. The police have no other suspects in mind and there seems to be no evidence of Suicide or Foul Play. The Castle itself does have a history. A few years ago fifthteen year old Ophelia Whitely was drowned by her father in the very same lake. and after this it is believed by many that the house will not be sold again. An interveiw conducted talking to many people of the town say even if it does go up for sale again. They’re gonna stay far away from it. It is now believed that the castle is taboo.

#creepypastaoc #Creepypasta #Oc #BlackSwan #OpheliaWhitely #fanfiction

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wonderlands-just-a-pysche-ward · 4 years

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Stitched Salem

I stared at the darkness. It stares back. I know I haven't woken up yet. It's too quiet.

Darkness is everywhere. It wraps around me like a blanket. The void is everywhere. A cool sensation overwhelms me and the creature advances towards me. Drawing nearer and nearer. I can’t hear anything except static. It gets closer and closer and I can see it clearer and clearer. It’s too close.

I’m not ready.

I force open my eyes and realise I’m now in my room. I do nothing but stare at my ceiling for a good while. With my eyes shut tight I take quick deep breaths.

I’ve had this dream for as long as I can remember.

And it's never changed.

Dark hands made of shadow reaching out for me. Then, out of nowhere. A creature appears. Dressed in black but totally pale.

It gets closer every night.

But I’m still not ready to let it close to me.

I realise that the house is quiet too. Dad must be at work already.

Leaning up slowly my feet hit the floor with a soft thud. I sit on the edge of my bed for a while. Staring at my old wallpaper. I contemplate getting out of my pajamas but then I change my mind.

Walking down the stairs slowly, I trace my hand down the old wooden handrail. So many beautiful pictures on the wall. I stop when I get to the bottom. It's a photo of me and my family at disneyland. I was so happy that day.

I laugh to myself without any actual humour in the laugh. I’m so different now yet I look nearly the same.

Times gone by so fast.

I can barely remember those times. Most of what I do remember was told to me.

I know my dad won’t be home for a while. So I take a chance.

Walking though the living room to their room. I walk up to the door, and turn the handle.

It clicks open. I exhale in my mind, thank god they forgot to lock the door.

I wrap my hands around the ladder and pull myself up slowly. It's old afterall.

I start to climb, stopping at every creak. Trying not to breathe because of how much dust there is.

Once I finally get to the top, I look around so many boxes. But I know the right one. Picking it up I open it slowly.

Inside The book is old and falling apart. So I’m careful about opening it. Flicking through the pages slowly, I can feel myself frowning. Staring at my mum's happy face I can feel the tears start to well up.

“Hey mum, I know I talked to you yesterday...But I really miss you….Dad does too...he just shows it differently..I’m getting better at medicine mum...my teacher says I have a great chance of becoming a doctor...are you proud of me?.......I hope you are…”

I heard a thump downstairs and quickly shoved the photo album away. Putting the box back and getting up I climbed down the ladder and locked the door. Shoving the key in my pocket. I saw my dad sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand and a frown on his face. Not even looking at me he said

“Why were you up there Salem?”

gulping I said “I thought I heard a rat or something”

He nodded slightly, lucky we have been having a rat problem.

“Fucking asshole” he murmered under his breath as he took another sip. I decided to get out of there while I could before I found out why he seemed more pissed off today. I walked to my room and propped the door open. I’d get in trouble if it was closed. Sitting down on the bed I closed my eyes and lay there for a while. Daydreaming.

In my own world in my head I continued the storyline where I'd left off last night. I have many friends in this world. I look exactly what I want to look like and no one judges me. Smiling to myself I started to lose all sense of reality. I forgot I was lying in my bed and instead I was in a beautiful forest with my friends talking and laughing and having adventures with witty banter fighting monsters with magic. But every time I heard footsteps I’d open my eyes and pick up the book next to me and flick to a random page. The book was about...maths I think...it had numbers and letters and was too confusing for me to understand. But I had to look like I was trying. I was never good at maths, Science was alright but maths was too hard.

Once a golden hue started to shine through the curtains I got up. I had to make dinner. I walked out of my room and to the kitchen. Looking into the cupboards I found some soup and bread and decided to make something smile. Soup and toast. It was made quick and put out on the table. I went to tell my sister who was in the living room first. She was sitting on the couch reading a book with some sort of fairy on the cover.

“Dinners ready, Levy'' I told her, she looked up at me and smiled, rolling off the couch and walking to the table. I poked my head in my dad's room. He passed out asleep on the bed. I frowned. If we ate dinner without him we’d get yelled at later. If I woke him up I'd get yelled at. I decided to deal with it later and sat down at the small table with Levy. ever since mum..left we had to sell a lot of stuff. She was how our family got most of its income. I moved the spoon around the bowl before eating a little bit. Only eating what Levy didn't want and dad doesnt like.

Dinner was like it always was. But once dad woke up he seemed way more mad than usual. “Did you have dinner?” he said, scaring me as I looked in the pantry because I had no idea he was behind me.

“Yes you were asleep and I didnt want to wake you” I said, causing him to frown.

“I didn’t say you could talk back”

Putting down whatever was in my hand I looked down,

“I’m sorry dad…”

I felt scared. He was my dad. But I was so scared. I knew what he usually does. But what if he did something worse?

He walked toward me and I knew what was coming. Closing my eyes I waited. Why did I have to get myself into this? What did I do? What can I do to make him stop? Am I not good enough? All those thoughts raced through my head as I tried to figure out why he did what he did. What can I do to become good enough?

It's always the same.

As night fell I looked out my window and at the stars. What are some ways I can be better? I thought to myself. If I was better dad wouldn’t be so mad all the time. So I have to be better.

The stars were so pretty that night. Picking up my book and flashlight I smiled. This was a book I liked. Turning on the flashlight and hiding under the covers I started reading. I got this book from the school library yesterday and It had so much useful information about it. I knew all sorts of medical procedures before but now I’m getting even better. I have also been practicing stitching on my teddy bears.

I couldn't tell whether my eyes were open or closed. It was too dark. Desperately I held my fingers up to my eyes and held my eyelids open. Now that I knew my eyes were open for sure I desperately looked around for any sign of the creature. He should’ve shown up by now.

I start to feel cold. As if someone replaced all my bones with replicas made of dry ice. Shivering I started to have trouble holding my eye lips open and accidently poked myself in the eye. My body shook more and more and static sounded in my head. I didn’t like this. As the creature advanced towards me I didn’t feel safe this time. I felt panicked. I had to wake up. I didn’t want it near me. Not tonight. Not tonight…….

Fuck. that was…...different. My lungs felt like balloons ten days after a birthday. I picked up my pillow and hugged it close to myself. I didn’t feel good. And I contemplating staying home from school. No one could stop me….but I didn't have enough medical books. So I decided i’d go to school today. Get more books and stay home tomorrow. Walking out to the longue I froze when I saw dad lying on the couch. Not even dressed. Switching channels on the tv.

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” he frowned, not even taking his eyes off the screen.

“I’m-I’m on my way….shouldn't you be at work?”

He frowned and took a sip of the weird coloured drink in his glass “not anymore, the assholes' ' he murmured under his breath.

I took a deep breath as I realised the inevitable had come true. Dad had got sacked.

“Levy doesn't feel well so you can walk to the bus by yourself”

Great.

Walking to the bus stop sucks in general. But there alone is even worse because no one will come near me. Like I have ebola or something. I don’t really know why. Sitting near the front so I could get off quickly. I wanted to pull out my notebook and continue the sketch I made last night. But the next to me was making such a point of making sure she didn't touch me I was worried that if I moved I would accidently touch her and for all I know she would scream.

It was quite misty this morning. The cliffs in the distance were covered in a blanket of mist with the tops of them poking through. I really wanted to just stay home. But now since dad was sacked. I guess I won’t be able to skip as much now. Fuck. the bus pulled up to the school and I got out of it straight away heading to the library. I went up the staircase and right near the end to a little hiding stop I’ve gone before to skip class. It’s quite dark up there which helps, contribute that to the fact I’m quite small and quiet. I could hide here all day. I think I will...No one knows I’m here. I pick a book off the pile next to me and start reading.

Everytime I heard footsteps or voices I’d freeze. As if I was still enough they wouldn't notice the hoodie wearing teen girl with a shitload of memy eye and medical books hidden in the shelfs. Paying close attention to what the words said, I made sure that I took in every word. But I had to stop every now and then when the words got too complicated and my brain hurt reading them. I’d daydream for a while and give my brain some rest.

The bell rang. And I realised it must be lunchtime. And when it's lunch the library gets more people. I could be caught. So I decided to leave early. Gathering the books I put them in my bag and waited for a few seconds before leaving and taking the long way out of school so no one would see me leaving. I walked to the park downtown and took a rest on the swings.

I felt kinda weird. Like I was watching a tv show from someone's point of view. Even when I saw myself in my phones blank screen I had trouble realising that it was me I was looking at. Me. I’m right there. I felt like if I closed my eyes I would dissolve into some sort of new form. Having enough of the weird feeling, I decided to walk home.

I didn’t know what I was feeling. But I didn't like it. Desperately trying to distract myself I started to daydream some more. As I came up to where the bus would have stopped. I thought I heard someone yell something. But I ignored them. As my daydream was getting good. And there was no way they were talking to me..right?

As I kept walking I felt something hard slam into me. It hurt. Alot. Every part of my body hurt and wanted to cry out. Especially my face. I felt confused and dazed. I couldn't see out of one eye and I tasted blood in my mouth.

and then next thing I know I’m waking up in the hospital. The lights were far too bright I clenched my eyes closed, (well, the one that wasn't banaged). I felt far too uncomfortable in the bed, With bandages all over me. It hurt to move. After a while of me just sitting there trying to figure out if this was real or just another one of my daydreams that I got too invested in. they start to feel too real when I do that. But then the nurse walked in.

“Oh great! You’re finally awake! How do you feel darling?”

I stared at her. “What happened to me? Where am I?”

She looked at me, pity painted all over her face. “You got hit by a car”

Oh fuck.

“What happened to my body?” I asked. Once again she looked at me with more pity. Pausing for a while and then answering with

“You’re heavily scratched but you’re gonna live”

“What about my eye?”

She looked at the ground

“I’m afraid you’re not going to be able to see properly out of that eye ever again.”

My body just froze. I had no idea what the right thing to say or do was.

“I know this is kind of shocking-”

“Yeah no shit! I got hit by a car now I’m half blind!” I let my anger out. She hushed me gently,

“I’m going to call your family and tell them your awake, okay?”

“Whoopdedoo..” I muttered under my breath.

When they came my dad looked like he had sucked a lemon. While Levy grabbed my hand and nearly started crying.

“They said I can’t get up there and hug you because of your injuries. So I’m gonna hold your hand instead!”

I felt so bad for her.

“Do you know how much this’ll cost?” my dad hissed under his breath.

I wanted to tell him that it wasn't my fault. I didn’t mean to get hit by the car. But a thought at the back of my mind told me it was my fault. If I wasn’t so lazy, and had looked where I was going I’d be okay...I deserved this.

It was a while before I could finally go home. But once I could, Levy seemed happier. It was a mixture of dread and happiness for me though. I hate that house and all the memories it holds. But at the same time, this hospital food and bright lights suck.

I looked so different. Skinny. Pale. and covered in a lot of stitches. I could barely move without them nearly opening up, since when I was bored in the hospital. I played with them and pulled some around. But I still had the eye patch on my eye. Parts of the stitching poking through then ends.

Levy leaned on me, asleep. I nearly fell asleep as well. But I knew the creature would be back.

Once we finally got home I went upstairs to my room. Levy was put to sleep in her bed and dad fell asleep on the couch switching through the channels. I sat on my bed and tried to flex my arm. But I must've done it too rough since most of the stitching came undone right there. I didn't panic as a lot of blood dropped onto my bed. I walked to my dresser and picked up the medical kit I stole from the school nurse.

Picking up the knife I’d hidden under my bed from all the times I got paranoid. I started to connect the the cuts together. Like a more gorey version of connect the dots. A smile made its way onto my face. I cut the side of my mouth open again.

Picking up the medical string I started to put what I’d been learning to good use, stitching up my body again, there was a lot of blood on the floor. This was gonna be a bitch to clean up. But I didn’t care. Stitching myself up I saved my mouth for last. The feeling didn’t feel like pain. More like a happy feeling. A warm feeling. One I had never really felt before.

That's when I heard the noises downstairs. Walking down the stairs slowly with my knife still in my hand. I peaked out into the living room and saw something horrible.

Dad was beating Levy. He was yelling at her and doing things to her he’s done to me. I felt the anger rise in me. A burning, hot anger. I didn’t know what I was doing. And I didn’t care. I had to protect Levy. Dad obviously heard my footsteps because he turned around, his eyes widened as he saw what I was holding. I still didn’t care. And in the split second I raised my knife a loud bang echoed throughout the house. Looking down I saw a hole in my stomach. The motherfucker shot me. Shoving my knife into his stomach I kept going even when I was sure he was dead. With one last stab I let his body fall to the ground and mumbled

“See you in hell asshole.”

As I fell slowly I closed my eyes. And I could once again see the creature. But now I was realising. This wasn’t a creature. But a man. With his pale face and body he came nearer and nearer to me. But this time. It felt different. I wasn’t scared. I was ready. I held my hand and took his.

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