Always Watching (Creepypasta BxB)

Another Average Night

November, 30 Midnight.
Silence....

God I hate it. Just piercing silence surrounds me. Maybe it was always like this but I didn't realize because a little brown eyed boy always stood by my side, weather I complained or not, he'd find some way to stick with me. 

However, I wish the silent of night could stay, mom had refused to keep quiet on her nights. But no matter how late I stay up, no matter how many opsticqls I put in her way, she somehow escapes me to the woods. Atleast a mile or two out. 

I don't know if I mentioned before, but I have a job at the coffee shop that's close to the school but further from home. However I do not mind, the long walks home help me clear my head and prepare myself. 

However I also avoid the woods. Lately I had been having small visions, of tenticals of that from an octopus would be chasing after me. I would run as fast as I could, but no matter what, it always grabs my leg or arm or anything and pulls me back. But my anxiety pulls me out before I can see what's there. I don't mind though. I don't want to see it.

-Chanson

My pen lays down with the hard back book, and I glance outside. Nothing. Thank God. I turn off the lamp that lighted my darkened room and crawl into the warm bed, searching for a few hours of sleep before having to chase after her. 

As my eyes get heavy, and my mind erases, I can't help but hear Jackies voice, begging for help. I could see my baby brother in place of me. Instead of my mother holding me down and scratching at me, causing a scar to line my cheek, it was Jackie. His innocent smile was replaced with a terrified expression. No matter how many times I tried to move foreword or tackle my mother, or even scream, something always held me back. Soon, after seeing my mother rip my baby apart, I laughed. Laughed and laughed. What the hell. But it felt good.

 I just laughed until finally, I woke up. Cold sweat covered me, panting as I glanced at the picture of dad, mom and I. He looked so proud holding up the small trout that we had caught together. Mom stood far, hating the smell of fish, or rather Jackie, hated the smell. My eyes also trailed on the clock, 3:06 am. Just in time for mom. Greeeaaattt

My feet removed me from my bed as my fingers ran through my sweaty hair. I looked out the window to see my mother, her hair high in a pony tail and in her pale white night gown, walking into the forest. I sigh and pull on my boots to go and get her.

Another average night.

Hey guys, I'm gonna start actually naming the chapters. So yay!