Trauma (PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION)

16

(One month passes)

Bill and I hang out most of the time and research on anyway to kill this mother fucker.

At the moment I'm on my way to the movies, Bill and I decided to take a break from the clown and watch a movie called Adventures in babysitting. I'm riding my bike there because my parents are out of town visiting Kathryn and help her with her trauma therapy.

I'm stopped on my bike by being grabbed by an invisible figure being knocked out by it's some what hand.

Bill's POV

I wait for Y/n for about ten minutes, it's not like her to be late. She's usually early to things like this, or anything.

I decide to ride around to find her, when I get stopped by her! But it wasn't her, she was missing part of her face, her clothes were ripped, she had bruises and gashes all over her body and her hair was tangled with leaves weaved in it.

"Y-Y/n?"

A smile formed across her face revealing blood covered teeth, the smile turning into a grimace.

"Tik-Tok Billy," as she speaks blood flows out of her mouth.

I stand there speechless when she lets out a loud cackle then disappears.

I run away from the spot and grab the guys we've gotta save Y/n.

Y/n's POV

I wake up in a sewer and see a Jack in the box that was most likely gonna reveal the clown.

I am wrong! The clown appears behind me and taps me on the shoulder (how polite) it's face to face with me now and it pushes me down on the cold floor.

"Time to float!" It says barring large shark like teeth.

"I don't think so. Because I know you feed off fear. And I am not scared."

It leans forward and smells me (what the fuck) it pulls back in disgust.

"You will be." He unhinges his jaw and leans forward but I glue my eyes shut. "Open your eyes."

"No. I know your trying to scare me and to scare me when I know your there you'd have to show me something." I respond firmly and I can here the scoff from him.

"You know more than you should little child."

"I'm thirteen and yes I do. But here's the thing I have seen the most of anyone, I've seen Hannibal Lector's victims and what Lecter did to the two police officers years prior. I've seen Buffalo Bills victims when they're dead and finally I've seen my best friend in Baltimore get shot before my eyes."

It was true I went on a mission with my mom to a house in which an officer was shot, there I made friends with a boy my age we were eight years old and he shot the officer. He was calling for help though, his father was doing bad things I could never grasp my mind around. But we were talking and laughing at jokes when a Magnum bullet went through his skull, I looked to see who fired it was his own father he was aiming for me. But soon he was shot in the neck by my moms friend. My dad.

My eyes still shut I can sense that the clown was gone, I can tell cause I hear screaming from my right. I squint open my left eye and look around seeing that no ones there (thank god). I get up and walk around seeing that missing kids are floating up, guess that's what he means by float. I here footsteps approaching me so I run into a dark tunnel and hide holding my breath praying not to be seen.

I see a small figure run in who's missing an arm followed closely by Bill who stops and looks around.

"Y/n?" Bill whisper yells, I crawl out of the tunnel and walk towards Bill carefully if he's the clown.