It was nice to finally get out of the house and have some fun. I mean, last night with Gwen was a total rush and I did have fun but I'm talking normal people fun. The kind of fun where you just gather a bunch of friends and just hang out, weather that may be at they movies or some one's house.
"Ok so, how do they act? Do they really do everything he tells them to do?" Jason asks, referring to them as Joker's clowns and him as Joker. I shrug and reply, "I mean, they kinda have to. It's either follow his rules or be killed" I pull some cotton candy from the stick and pop it in my mouth. We have been at this fair for almost 2 hours and we have ridden every single ride already. I scan the new part of the fair that we are in and spot something that catches my eye.
"Ooooooo what's that?" I say and point to a small looking building. We walk around the front and I about die laughing. "Oh my god" I fall to the ground in a fit of giggles. The sign on the front of the building reads "WELCOME TO THE MADHOUSE" with the face of my dad underneath it.
I quickly pull out my phone and snap a picture of it to show him later. Jason chuckles beside me and helps me off the ground. I giggle one more time and pull him inside after me.
"Come on! We have to go in!" I see him roll his eyes but chuckles afterwards. We show the man at the front our wristbands and I tug Jason onward. "I can walk on my own yah know" he says and yanks his hand away from mine. I roll my eye at him and say, "What, to scared to hold my hand?"
His cheeks glow pink and I smirk. The "madhouse", as it was called, just turned out to be one of those mirror maze thingies. "Race you to the other end!" I call and run down a random corridor. Jason groans behind me but I keep running away from him, deeper into the maze. I'm not gonna lie, I did bump into a few walls.
I am so gonna get lost. I smile to myself at the funny thought. I turn down another corridor and end up in the middle of the maze. The florescent lights and white floor make the room extra bright as I turn in a full circle, mirrors covering every side. I walk up to one and examine my appearance.
"Did I really look like that all day?" I mumble to myself as I inspect my windblown hair and slightly smudged eye make up. I quickly make myself look decent before walking back into the middle of the room. "Now, an exit" I say and run my hands along the walls of the room. Before I could finish though, the lights above flickered and then went out completely. I huff in annoyance and call out, "Some maintenance you have here!"
How am I supposed to get out with no light? I frown as I see a strange image in the mirror across from me. I glance behind me and find no one there. "Hello?" I say cautiously, my heart hammering in my chest. A dim light appears overhead, illimunating the room slightly. I sigh as I realize it was just my own reflection and move towards it, then stop. A horrified expression takes over my face as realization dawns on me. The mirror is not mimicking my actions.
"Wake up" mirror me says and I stumble back from it. "Y-you aren't r-real" I stutter and back into a mirror.
This cannot be happening. I'm just dreaming, like I said! I mean, like...she said. Wait, she is me!
The feel of my heart pounding against my ribcage burns inside my chest and shortens my breathing. Mirror me smirks and then flashes away. Replacing her was an image of 5 year old me, beaten to a bloody pulp. Long, deep gashes run up and down her,...my arms and legs, gushing blood. My favorite white dress teared to shreds and soaked in blodd. My blood.
I gasp and try to hold in the tears that threaten to spill out.
that was a different part of my life. he would never do that again. he wouldn't, he loves me...right?
"Help me!" she sobs and collapses to the floor. I crawl away from the wall and towards the image, hoping maybe I could help her.
"Please! Somebody!" she continues to cry and curl up into a ball. The blood pools around her like a pond. I don't even realize I'm crying until I try to call out for her, but choke on my own sob. I collapse into the middle of the room as each mirror is filled with the same image and her desperate pleas of help fill my ears.
Covering my ears with my hands and curling into a tight ball on the floor, I close my eyes and scream.
a/n:
that happened o_o
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Psychos Can Have Children Too
FanfictionWho said the crazies in this world can't have kids? Maybe because they are unstable? Unfit for children? Who knows, maybe it's their cure... ((i wrote this about 3 or 4 years ago and it is in desperate need of revision. read at your own risk))
