My dear ol' friend!

Chapter 10:

"And if you believe me or not after that he just set me free, the 'wall' and he himself just dissappeared and I fell to the floor while a couple of bypassers looked at me shocked. They now could see the terror that lay behind me. The adrenaline in me vanished and I began crying and sobbing while just sitting there on my knees. My hands on the floor in front of me and my clothes spilled with some splotches of blood.
After some time I heard sirens and ran into the arms of your coworkers, and from then on you know the story." I explained everything that I had went theough in that short amount of time. 'I bet they are not going to believe me!' My thoughts were clear amd full of disbelieve. Especially as I saw the police officers just nodd their head. "Your going to believe me? I thought you would just say that Im crazy, claim me to be the murderer and send me to an insane asylum?" "There are some crazy parts of the story but all together we belive you, especially since your not the only peraon to have claimed that you saw this clown."
After officer Jones stated this officer Brownpatted my back slightly and said "But I think it's best if you get an psychologist who helped you forget this trauma and such, so we will let you go home for now and send you an address per E-Mail, alright?"
You just nooded and afterwards you were brought home by some other officers. It came surprising but they volunteered to stay with you and look over your house, to guard you and probably monitor you, so you thought. Only now you realzied that your dad was probably sleeping in your old house and you realized that you had no idea how you would explain to your beat friends parents what had happened. And only now it sunk in that your only best friends were dead. Like dead. Like gone forever. As soon as you entered the house, told the pfficers about your current relocation and about your dad you locked the door and ran into your room. By the time you guys went to that carnival you had already finiaged your room so you just sat on your bad and started sobbing as the phase of dept and sorrow set in. You cried till your eyes hurt from all the rubbing and  crying. You felt thirsty so you grabbed the water bottle next to your bed and drank a bit till your sore throat was washed out. Afterwards you just changed into something comfortable and washed your face. As soon as you heard the key in the front door turn and the door open you felt weak again.
'How am I supposed to explain this all to my dad?! What if he doesn't believe me and sends me to an asylum or some shit..? No he will believe me!'
As soon as he had opened the door he called out. "Y/N why are there police officers in front of our house and where is B/F/N's car? Are you alright, don't tell me anything has happened?"
"Yes dad, I'm pretty much...alright but I need to tell you something."
After I came downstairs we went into the living room and sat down on the couch that still stood in the middle of the room.
I told him everything and yeah he kinda believed me and comforted me. Till I almost fell asleep. I thanked him and went upstairs. Safe and soundly falling asleep after a while or so I thought...