A Day And Life Of A Murderer's Girlfriend.

Part 5 Clown?

Ash and I stumble through our short cut Ash usually uses to get to town from our old abandoned house. The air wanders around the trees creating eerie screams haunting our minds until Ash finally decide to talk.

"Not far from here" Ash says with slight nervous tones in his voice.

Suddenly a aroma of rotting flesh drifts around my nose tingling it. The stench makes me cough until everything goes black and I see nothing....

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A blinding light blares into my eyes as I blink them open. Where am I? I think to myself. Curiosity fills my brain as I wonder how did I get here? And where Is Ash?

I try to stand up but my legs stumble under my weight. Im so weak, tension rubs around my body creating tingles to shoot up my spine. Suddenly a figure in coloured clothes and bright patterns prances in with a grin on his face. White face paint is spread along his wrinkles and bright red lipstick is smeared along his lips and cheeks. Bright colourful, rainbow hair is curled like wire around his head creating wild waves of colour. Ugh this must be some sort of stupid, immature joke. He's a clown. With a tight smirked grin on his face, stuck there like glue.

"Come on stop the joke who are y-"

Before I can finish he clamps his sweaty hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds.

"Hush young one, It will be over soon, Let's just play a little game aye?"

That can't be that's what I said the Abigale. It's becoming my catchphrase. I didn't even tell Ash, It's only in my diary. Must be a coincidence..... His eyes wander to mine. Green orbs with a shiny glistening surface twitches over my skin roughly noticing my features.

Behind my back I start slipping my hands out of the rope tying them together. The rope burns my skin and makes it red and itchy. Finally my hands get free and without thinking I swing my hand into his face using a uppercut technique I learnt from my Dad when I was younger.