Cabin Chains |OC x Laughing Jack|

Chapter 1

"Tree falling, no one would hear. Shadow of nobody there. Murders of murderers living in fear of it."
- Joe Hawley

   This spot, her safe spot underneath a large tree in the forest she felt was more home than her actual one. She slowly sat down and wiggled her back up against the tree until she sat comfortably under it. With a long and deep sigh, Sammy began to curl up the best she could to where her knees were just touching her chin. It was cold outside and Sammy wore only a pink and black striped tank top and sweat pants meaning she was freezing cold as the night air hit her skin.

   "What am I gonna do?..." She quietly asked herself. She sat thinking about her life now and desperately tried to push away the past thoughts to no avail. "Damn it!" She yelled while clenching her fists until her knuckles were even more pale. "I'm okay now! Why do these things still hurt me!" She cried out into the dark while the moonlight shown in a spot in front of her.

   There sat a small mushroom, a poisonous one at that, even so, Sammy couldn't help but tap the top ever so slightly to make it bounce. She kept playing with the mushroom as thoughts of her past came to her mind. When Sammy was young she lived a lonely life, making friends was difficult for her and the sad part is, she never knew why. Up until she met Kylie.

   A soft ring could be heard in Sammy's ear at the thought of her runaway friend and a tinge of pain could be felt in her chest. "I thought I was better. Now that I left my family, I left the toxicity of my hometown. I thought it would be better..." Sammy spoke to herself, a habit she picked up a long time ago.

   The sound of a low growl brought Sammy back to reality as she sat curled up under a tree. Snapping her neck in the direction of the sound, a horrifying sight sat in front of her. A large brown bear with blood dripping from its teeth bared its fangs at Sammy. She held in her scream as she quickly got up and ran as fast as she could, the bear following not far behind her.

   "I will not die." Sammy kept repeating in her mind as she tried desperately to get away from the beast. Soon the bear caught up to her and slashed her left thigh with its large claws with a rumbling roar. Sammy cried in pain as she fell onto her forearms to attempt to not hit her head. "I'm going to die" she thought before turning around to the sight of the bear about to mawl her.

   Sammy clenched her eyes and let out a scream, waiting for the inevitable pain but none came. She slowly opened her eyes to be met with nothing but the trees above, night sky peaking through ever so slightly. She sat up and winced from the pain in her leg, blood already pooled around her thigh.

   "Fuck." She cursed in a whisper. She looked around making sure the bear was actually gone and she wasn't going crazy, no bear as far as her eyes could see. In an attempt to stand she grabbed a tree branch tightly and hoisted herself up using the strength of her arms and good leg. Sammy knew to take it slow or the blood would pump quicker resulting in more blood loss so she limped very slowly, using trees and anything she could grab onto to aid her.

   "The bear had to have been somewhere close, he couldn't have just disappeared." Sammy thought as she limped and groaned. To where she's going? She didn't have a damn clue but anywhere is better than an area with a blood thirsty bear on the loose.

   Sammy grabbed onto a low hanging branch and pulled, to her surprise the branch broke and she fell on her shoulder. She bit her lip in an attempt to not scream from the pain in her thigh, it was surely torn more. Through teary eyes, Sammy looked up. A small cabin surrounded by overgrowth stood a few feet away from her. "Please let there be something or someone in there to help." She thought.

   Crawling to the cabin, she tried her best to not put any pressure on her wound. Tall grass and thorned plants whipped her face, causing a small cut to appear on her forehead. Sammy was determined to get into this damn building even if she passed out, she needed to at least be in shelter. She reached the cabin door and with one hand propping her up she used her other one to open the door weakly.

   The door creaked open and dust poured out causing Sammy to cough roughly. When the cloud of dust dissipated, she held onto the door for support and stood. From the look of the place and the dust cloud seconds prior, she doubted anyone was inside the small one room cabin. Inside stood the most confusing scene.

   A painters easel directly in the middle of the room with a wooden chair next to it as well as a small table of paints and paint brushes. Sammy quirked a brow at their clean and pristine look, much different from the rest of the cabin's dusty interior. She needed to sit and check out her wound and make sure she wasn't cut too harshly.

   Limping to the chair she then sat down with a small grunt. From her view on the chair she noticed a trail of blood drips coming from the direction she came from. "I'm not going to die." She spoke out loud while her mind spoke otherwise. Softly, Sammy lifted up from the chair to take off her pants before sitting back down even softer. As best as she could, she leaned down to see the wound on the back of her thigh but was only able to see the side and from the look of it, it was bad. She carefully put her pants back on, making sure not to bump the wound.

   Sammy leaned back in the chair and let out an angry sigh. "I'm gonna die" she thought. Her thoughts were cut off by a glimpse of light from the corner of her eye. Pulling her head back down to look at the object, it was the metallic part of one of the paint brushes. That gave her an idea. "Might as well make art from this if I'm going to die." She said quietly to herself. Knowing exactly what she wanted to paint, she began to work.

   As if her hands were possessed she moved silently, squeezing paint from the small tube. Picking the perfect brush she dipped it into the light beige she has mixed and began painting the shape of a mask. Then adding grass blades behind it, sprouting out from the sides. Next she made eye holes and the rest of the fake face. This went on for hours in silence until she began to grow dizzy. "Must- f-finish it..." She spoke through rugged breaths.

   She did finish it, adding her signature at the bottom, SSD, before her eyelids grew heavy and she fainted. Although she thought she fell off the chair, the floor never came into contact with her. A warm buzz filled her head before she completely lost consciousness.