KALOPSIA LATIBULE (originally monochrome madness)

CHAPTER FIVE

My heart fell along with my body,I saw nothing but darkness up until my hands burned as I grabbed something that held me up and shot me threw the air and back into place. A tight rope? I tightened my almost numb waking fingers around the rope hesitating wherever I should look down or not. My head heavied it's way down and I saw nothing but the sides of the pit ,the rocky cliff disappearing into a thick bed of white mist. I yelled out for help as my fingers started to cramp up.
I squinted my eyes shut,sweat starting to form above my brow. I didn't want to let go,but it wasn't my choice. My fingers peeled off the rope and down I went. I kept waiting for the concrete,the rocks,ocean whatever but it never came,instead I bounced onto a rubber like surface,falling into the air,static electricity following my skin. A trampoline? It didn't surprise me when I heard Jacks well known painful laugh behind me. I picked myself up to my feet ,trying to balance as I faced the monochrome clown.
"Jack?!!" I yelled out in rage and his response seemed to stay in a jolly child matter. "Yes sweetheart?" He chirped,playing with his own razor sharp nails that were painted black."I thought we were playing?" I yelled at him ,losing my balance and landing back down onto the trampoline,while Jack had no problem with standing perfectly still on his spot of the rubber surface. "What?!your the one almost dying here"he laughingly yelled back starting to bounce,not helping me at all.
"Its not like I woke up and said well,lets go hang off a tight rope today"I yelled my hand gestures waving throughout the air along with my emotions. "Okay..made your point. But this time its not my fault,you were poisoned,this is all a dream...almost like.drugs"he explained as if it was the most naturalist thing that can happen to you. "This doesn't fucking feel like a dream"I shot at him making him giggle uncontrollably. "Ever seen the Freddy Crougar movies?" He said amusingly. I confusingly nodded to his question and he glared at me as if I was suppose to get something he just said.
"Seriously"his face went to a serious expression quickly then back to his dimpled smile "just like that,you die in here, you die for real" he said making every light in my head click on and break from frustration. Can't I get a break drom insanity.
"Can't you just take me out of the dream?" i asked eyes closing my hand clamping to my hot forehead skin.
"Sorry sweetheart cant pop you out of your own mind" he sung before clicking his fingers and I stood on top off the cliff I fell from.

I turned around staring at the long dead,dried out strands of grass,a wooden door randomly laid in the middle of nowhere, leading to nowhere. I slowly moved through the sharp grass to the rusty golden door knob,pulling open the door. A very bright light shun into my eyes and beyond the door,there seemed to be a just white room. how..hows that possible. Well actually I should know by now anything is possible.
I gathered every inch of courage I had in my and stepped into the white space,the door swung close behind me and when I turned around there wasn't any door only another white wall. My boots stained the once very white floors with muddy prints. The whole room suddenly started to shake and multiple black holes started to appear in the walls and in the roof. Something started to fall from one of the holes and onto my boots. I crouched down and touched it ,making it cling to my finger. Sand?. I stood up as the room stopped shaking and sand started to storm into the room. I ran to where the door stood before banging on the wall,repeating the same action on each wall. The room was covered in sand just at my ankles. I struggled through the grains to other side of the room,pressing on each wall,remembering what Jack said earlier."..you die in here, you die for real". My breathing and body language were in a complete panic as I struggled to keep the sand away from me and very little. There was no escape from this tombstone,well no easy way out. I looked around carefully,inspecting each and every corner of the small room. A rather thick pipe caught my attention and I started prying my feet from the thick sand that were no at my knees,once I stood on the sand,almost stably jumping for the pipe. My hand gripped onto the steamy metal,causing a painful burn to form on my skin. The sand didn't stop growing as I tried to free myself from this grim reaper invitation. The skin on my hand got even worse and tears started to fall from eyes. Soon I lost my grip and crashed down into the sand. I pulled myself above it as fast as I could but once I surfaced yhe sand was close to reaching the roof. Im going to die in here. I thought as I got stuck in the sand again,this time not trying to escape.

I could feel the sand softly shake and then go to a vicious quake. The sand suddenly started to flow away and I soon felt all the sand fanish from around my body. I opened up my eyes only to be stuck in a glass box,burned with metal holds. I slammed my fist against it,confusion hitting me once again.

"Fear one,being buried alive"a deep robotic voice intercommed away. Fear one?..my fears,he's.. Testing my fears. My heart started pounding again. In a glass box..?what is it?. My question was answered once the pipe above my head starting making noise. I pulled myself against the wall waiting for water to stream out from it. But I don't have aquaphobia. Something fell from the pipe and started to crawl off his back. Bugs. More started to storm in non stop and this time I only sat on the floor my eyes clamped shut as all of them crawled up my flesh,cockroaches,beetles and ear crawlers were filling up the tank,sliding up the glass,crawling around,cruching and falling from the pipe,flying against my body and landing on my hair. The pipe stopped but the bugs didnt stop moving all of them glueing themselves to my body as if making a suite.
"Fear two,bugs"the voice said once again after an hour,or more. The glass around me shattered and I fell from the box along with the outfit of pests. The pieces of glass dug into my stiff skin and I stood up,trying to revive my bones back to normal. I shook off the bugs from my body,clothes hair and face. A thrilling sickness running up and down my body. There was a door on the other side of the room and I assumed that's were I was suppose to go. Every normal instinct of mine told me not to,but how long can I stay here unless I finish this,drugging game,whoever's doing this to me,gave me this drug,poison whatever it is ,isn't stupid. A person who can make this possible has to be smarter then I dont know ,all of the great inventors of history. As a doctor I have to say this isn't possible, but as a victim of 'Laughing Jack',this is childs play. My body struggled it way inside the room beyond the door and to no surprise the door locked and vaulted afterwards. I turned around inspecting the room. A large double bed draped over in a viruity of colors,going from a light and dark orange and different shades of brown,there was a huge desk holding up a box TV and a chair with a big metal bladed fan. The walls were creamy and the curtains a very dark brown with white insides. The view was only of a next door brick building and the carpet was stained with hair. "Ryan!" A familiar yet much darker voice of Jared yelled rage clear in his vocal cords. His body soon came from what seemed to be a bathroom and the door vaulted after him as well. His body was bare showing a tattoo on his chest. I wasn't totally stuck in reality ,I knew this wasnt really Jared. But what was my fear?.Jared?. "Your worthless,ugly,a waste of my fucking time!" He spat before he threw off the fan from where it stood causing it to break in parts of metal. He cracked his knuckles and neck making me stumble back. "Dont be so scared"he chuckled reminding me of Jacks horid nature. A pain throbbed at my scalp as he grabbed ahold of my hair,a hand moved to his teying to stop his actions,but that only made him grip ahold even more. He threw me to the bed and slowly started unbuckling his belt,a smirk lingering on his lips. He belted over me and I tried resisting,pushing him off of me. His lips broke to mine,traveling his tongue viciously into my mouth. My teeth bit hard into his tongue,making him curse hardly and pull away. He stared at me angrily and starting puching at my facmy cheeksks and jaw blowing up with pain. It all moved so painfully slow. The way his fist bled from the impact of my skin and the way my bones would crack and blood cells would rip apart forming bruises almost instantly. He was torturing my insides and corpsing my outsides. Then he was gone,finally.

"Fear three,Jared hurts you" The voice said and I only laid on the vile matress. Using fears,I didn't even know exist.
I sat up on the edge of the bed,looking for another opening to where I should go.
"Fear four,remembering" the voice said for the first time,before the fear actually happened. Remember what?.
I screamed as static bursted through my ears. I was on another cliff,still bleeding yet felt different, awake.
Jack was crouched on the grass landscape ,holding his hand to his forehead and the other one to his thin core.
"Is this real Jack?,W..what about the dream?"I breathed out heavily,wuping off blood from my cheekbone.
"Its gone,its over"he replied,he seemed in pain,agony. He stood up straight his black circled eyes looking at me.
"This is the farthest I can take you" he said now only staring at me,almost in pity..no can't be,and if it is,why?. "Get out of my playfround"he said turning away,not giving me a chance to reply. "Oh and Ryan..good luck" he laughed out loud vanishing like always
I turned around staring at a poorly structured bridge. Breathing out in a disliking way.
Jacks playground. Guess this isnt a ordinary kindergarten recess.