𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 || 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗𝙿𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

|| 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻 ||

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥 ||

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

I forced open my eyelids and instantly shot up form my bed, fragments of yesterday's memories were still floating in my head. I turned to my left just enough to see that the sun was already high up in the sky flooding the room with its warmth and light. I paused just for a few minutes to let every inch of my body soak in the warm rays of the sun, giving colour to my sunken face. Before continuing to recall the event of yesterday. A certain Clown still haunts my dreams.

Slowly but surely my neck started aching badly with every subtle movement I took, the pain was as if something as hard as a metal bat was swung at me. And even worse was that it now felt like needles that had been dipped in sanitizer were being jammed into my skin. I clutched my neck and started rubbing it with my thumb, hoping it would soothe the pain. BUT NO. IT DIDN'T BUT INSTEAD HURT EVEN MORE.

'Gosh, how hard did he hit me??? WHY DID HE EVEN CHOOSE TO HIT ME?! WHY CAN'T HE JUST PUT SOME SLEEPING GAS OR SOME SHIT'screamed the little voice that once settled itself in my head, snugged away from white-hot fury and any strong emotions. 'WHY COULDN'T HE JUST HAVE KILLED ME OR SOMETHING? WHY IS HE STILL KEEPING ME HERE?! WHAT USE DO I EVEN HAVE TO HIM???!!!'

Frustration bubbled inside me threatening to burst open like a balloon, my once relaxed palms were now curled into a tight ball while I resisted the urge to throw the closest object next to me. But the throbbing pain snapped me from seeing red.

Sigh

Eventually, I gave away into the fatigue and fell back onto my bed as my memories from yesterday came crashing back at me. Every fine detail was crystal clear down to the fear coursing through my veins, and the blurred words in the conversations were now cloudless from those problems.

Running my fingers through my hair, I took the time to go through my every thought and sort them out by 'dragging' the different memories into different 'folders' in my head. Slowly I shut my eyes tight, letting myself sink in. When I open them again I found myself floating in the inky void once more, this time there were fragments of past memories circling me, each giving a soft glow like a cigar's butt in a specific colour which I use to colour code them. Each of them played a small fragment of the memory.

Cautiously, I reached out my hand. Tapped the memory from yesterday. And dragged it into a red folder labeled '!! scary, do not look !!'. But when I did, an error message flashed in front of me nonstop until I dragged it out.

'HUH? That shouldn't happen' confusion plastered my face while I tried dragging it back in again, still, an error message flashed in front of my face. Stubbornly, I dragged it back in over and over again, yet it wouldn't budge into the folder, only the same error message filling up my screen. Somehow not even the different folders would let it in!!

A small sigh escaped my lips, my head titled in an exhausting way, as I dragged the memory into a new folder, labeled 'w̸̨̨̼͔̪̼̃̓̕ͅt̸̳̳͉̗͖̜̰͍̞́́̈́f̸͚̰̰̭̗͕̗̼̬͋̇́͠ ̷̢̖̲͇͔̤̜̗̹̹͌̾̂̿̊͘ì̸̧̨̥̦̥̤̦͖̾̎͐͌ş̷̛̗̜̯̤̟͇̥̋̽̆̎̓̍̃́ ̵͙̦̗̤̮̻͘w̵̡͇̤̿͂͜r̶̢͈̻͐͊͌ȯ̸̧͍͍͈̔̅͆̎͑̚͠ǹ̶̡̺̭̻͔͍͎̙͙͔̄̀̄̄͑g̴̙͒̽̊ ̷̛̥̻̉̀͊͒̾̀̚͜͠͝w̵̲͇̖͈͕̌͑ͅi̶̧̻̜̲͙͓̹͎͔͖̾t̷͖͓͖̼̊͘h̸̥̝̪̳̤̲͓̬̆͂̉̔̿̕ ̴͙̻̓̓͐͋̽͘ť̸͕̼̮̄̈́͊͋͝ͅh̶̳͍͔̘̘̻̟̠̉̃̽̿̊̑͜͝ȋ̶̖̰̰̩̲̀͐͊̈́̎̽͐̕ͅs̵̬̭͖͌̌'. Renaming the folder for the fifth time in a row, the name still appeared to be glitched and corrupted just like the memory itself and this ticked me off enough to give up.