99 Problems (A Cryaotic Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Shard of Memory

I gasped, clutching my right hand and wincing from the pain. I used my good hand to continue searching through the pile of junk that the sharp jab came from.

I finally found the source of the pain. At the bottom of the pile, a small jagged piece of glass gleamed through the rubbish. Careful not to hurt myself again, I scooped it up and threw it into the the trash can next to me.

I became more cautious when I continued to ransack the room. I let out a sigh. I never really had been the most clean person.

Being the lazy bum that I was, I wasn't really cut out for cleaning. I realized it had to be done, however, when I found a small raisin on the floor. I could have sworn I saw it move, but I figured I was just on edge that I'd find bugs since my room is the perfect place for them to hide.

Of course, it wasn't a raisin.

After screaming and then yelling an apology to my angry neighbor underneath me, I quickly trapped the spider and let it out of the apartment.

Cursing and making a mental note to call an exterminator later, I decided that I should probably clean up a bit before calling. This led to fright from an occasional spider or roach hiding in the heaps, and the now throbbing pain in the palm of my hand.

The pain had begun to slowly build up, and I could really start to feel it now. My feet tripped over themselves stumbling to the bathroom. There was blood seeping through the somewhat deep slice in my hand. I quickly grabbed a wet towel and pressed it to the wound, soaking up the blood. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. It really did hurt.

My mind flickered to going to the hospital, but I shook my head at the thought. I didn't need to spend the money on getting this kind of cut checked out. It may have hurt, but it was slowly getting better and I didn't need a doctor to tell me that it would take a few weeks to heal. And besides, I was probably overreacting as usual. I never really had been the type of person to withstand pain. In other words, I was one of the biggest pussies you would ever meet.

Closing my hand over the towel so that it was still pressed to my wound, I used my free hand to search for some gauge in my cabinets. Finally finding some, I wrapped it slowly around my cut. I really was a pussy sometimes. I guessed it had a lot to do with my childhood. The terrifying memories began to flood my mind. I shook them off, trying to keep my thoughts focused on wrapping the cut on my hand.

Finishing the treatment to the cut on my hand, I returned to my room. I sighed, seeing that there was only one box left. I would deal with that later. For now, I decided to relax.

Throwing myself onto the bed, I looked at the small intricate clock resting on my bedside table. 2:38 AM. Burying my face into my pillow, I crept under the covers and let my eyelids slowly blind me for the rest of the night. My mind began to drift away, and I fell through the bed into a world of sleep.

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HI. Okay, so I know I left this chapter half finished. I'M SORRY OKAY DON'T KILL ME. But I figured that I would at least try to update this story, so I did. And I'm actually really enjoying writing so far. It's not gonna be a slender man story anymore, it's actually going to be a Cryaotic fanfiction. I'm going to see how I do with it, and try not to make the characters/plot too generic or perfect. I hate it when that stuff happens. But anyways, hope you enjoy it so far! :D I'm probably going to update it again today because I have no life, so look for that. Smileyface.