Creepypasta House

Words Like Sticks And Stones

     "Ugh...." I groan. Everything is fuzzy. "What... huh?"

       "You're awake? Good." I hear from beside me. 

        "Who's that?" I slur. I start to bolt up but a massive pain in my head makes me drop onto the bed I'm on. I don't remember getting in a bed. "What's going on?"

       "You don't remember anything do you?" He sighs. "Makes sense. You're probably hungover right now. Found you surrounded in alcohol and blood."

       My vision clears up and I blink my eyes a couple times. My hands can't move much and I realize their heavily bandaged. The guy leans over me and I try and make out his face. The first thing I see is...

      "Your eyes..." I gasp. "Woah..."

     He sighs and walks to the door. Someone knocks on the door and it opens slightly.

     "She awake yet?" A voice rings from the sudden silence. 

     "Yeah." 

      I frown and try and sit up. I get up on my elbows and look around. Don't recognise this room...

      "Um, guys?" I grin and the two guys look at me. "May I ask where I am? And who you guys are?"

       "Oh." The guy I first saw looks at me. "Just call me The Puppeteer."

        "Err..." The other turns his head away from me. "Bloody Painter."

        "Cool. I'm Meg. Now, where am I?" I question them. 

         "My room." The Puppeteer says.

         "Okay. How'd I get in here?" I swing my legs off the bed and wince. My left leg has a long cut running down it and it opens and starts bleeding. "Ahhh...."

         "What's going on in here-" A girl walks in and stops, looking at me. "Why is there... Human?"

          "Um...." The guys look at each other and then at me. "That's Meg."

         "I..." I grab my clothes, which were right on the foot of the bed. I rip a piece of pants leg off and tie it around the cut. The blood bleeds through, and it hurts like h*ll, but it minimizes the bleeding for now. "I'm gonna be going."

        "No." The girl looks at me and frowns. "Why are you here?"

        "I honestly don't know." I shrug, and then gasp from the pain. "I just know I can't leave unless I'm told."

        "Hmph." She smirks. "Then, get out."

----------------------------------------At Meg's Room---------------------------------------------------

        "Great..." Max sees me open the door and frowns. "Your back."

         "Max, be quiet." I growl at him.

         "I'm not listening to some monster!" He yells at me.

        "I saved you from them!" I motion towards the door.

        "You're just like them!" He shouts at me.

       "No I'm not! I've saved people! I. Am. Good!" I snarl. 

       "Please." He snorts in disgust. "You aren't good."

       A cold sensation goes through my body and I freeze. Max keeps hurling insults at me but I can't move. Can't feel. Can't... Anything. Then, out of my control, I stumble over to my bed. He notices and slaps my hand away as I reach for my drawer. My head turns and I see fear and anger in his eyes.

        "What is wrong with you?" He shouts, but it sounds like a distant whisper to me.

         "Don't worry." A voice purrs in my ear. "You aren't bad, he is. You're as pure and innocent as everyone else. He was the one in the mental place. You were forced there. Just quiet him."

        I struggle to regain control, but can't. As my body walks past the mirror, I see something that shakes me to the core.

        My eyes are icy blue.