Mnemophobia

Chapter 2

     What the hell happened? Why does my head hurt? Oh, yeah, hatchet to the forehead. I think as I open my eyes to reveal that I'm in a couch in some kind of house. I look to my side to see the masked bastard that I fought before I was clubbed in the face. And another person with a yellow hoodie on and a black face mask with a red frowning face on. They seemed to be talking about someone, but I couldn't hear them well enough to tell who they were talking about. I sit up a bit, wincing at the pain coming from my side. Ok, so I guess I'm some kind of abandoned house because it doesn't look like anyone's been here in years. I thought as I brushed my hand through my short, messy, light brown hair. "S-So you're a-awake. Huh?" I hear someone say. "Gah! What the hell?!" I hiss as I look to see a guy in a brown hoodie, orange goggles, and a mouth guard like mask. The other two notice that I'm awake and walk over to me. "Have a nice nap?" The one in the mask says sarcastically. "What the hell do you think?" I say, "I took the back of a hatchet to the face!" "Yeah....sorry about that." He says, "We were just going to take you here, but you seemed to be waking up. So we put you down so you could wake up and come peacefully, but the attitude in your voice clearly showed that you weren't going to come with us without a fight." "And that half-ass sorry is going to fix anything?" I spat. "We could've just killed you instead." The guy in the orange hoodie said, "So can you calm down now?" I sigh and say, "I guess, but can you all at least tell me your names?" The masked man nods then says, "I'm Masky." Then the hooded man says, "I'm Hoodie." Then the man with the orange goggles says, "I'm Ticci T-Toby. But most people c-call me Toby. What's y-your name?" "She probably doesn't really remember anything right now Toby. Give her a day or two, she should remember by then." Masky says to Toby. He's right, I don't really remember anything, not even my na- My name, my name is... Scarlett. "I remember it, I think. If I'm correct, my name is Scarlett." I say, "I think I also remember my age too, I'm uh, 16. I think." "Well aren't you a lucky one." Hoodie says, "We didn't even remember our names at first. Much less our age." "Ok, but why am I here?" I ask. "Because Slenderman wants to see you. He thinks you have potential." Masky said blankly, "You should probably get some rest right now though." After he says that he walks off with Hoodie and Toby following behind. He's probably right, I took quite a blow to the head, enough to make me bleed. I guess that's why I have bandages around my forehead. And then there's the mystery injury on my chest. I think before lying back down on the couch and going to sleep.

                (Dream coming up)

   I wake up in an empty field and see that I'm in a white tank top and denim shorts, no shoes though. Weird. Why am I in a field? Where am I? Who am I? Why are there so many questions? "Why are there so many questions?" I whisper, "I'M SICK OF THE FUCKING QUESTIONS!!!" I scream. I feel my fists clenching tighter as I keep talking to myself. "Ok Scarlett, just calm down." I say through my teeth. "But it's so fucking hard to calm down!" I yell while I kick a clump of grass out of the ground. I need something to calm my nerves. I think as I clench and unclench my fists.

    I start to walk around as I attempt to calm down, and end up finding a forest. Not an incredibly dense forest, but nonetheless, a forest. I go inside the forest and walk around, punching a tree or two out of rage, and end up getting somewhat calmed down. I keep walking until I hear something that sounds like a stream. Maybe running my hands through the water will help me calm down, and wash the blood off my knuckles. I find the stream and and kneel down to run my hands through the water. I look down to see a reflection of me with a deranged look on it. I flip out and stumble backwards in shock. "You can't erase what you've done..." What the hell?! "What the fuck was that?!" I say, "W-Was that me? No, it can't be me, right?"  I shake the thought out of my head then return to washing the blood off of my hands. It stings something awful, but I have to clean the wounds. I think as my arms tense up. I growl at the fact that I'm getting even more stressed out than before and swing my fist into a tree.