The Dark Carnival.

The Carnival Of Carnage

Chapter 2

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I let out a cold, harsh laugh. I didn't know what else to do. So I opened my bag, took out the little pastic bag with the pills I liked. I swallowed them. No water. Pulled out the rope. Set te rope up in to a knoose knot, I had been trying to learn for eight months. Finally getting it right I tied it up to the middle of the merry-go-round's center pieces, slowly as the hot prickle of tears slide down my cheek. I put the rope around my neck. Positioning myself to jump.

Suddenly my vision went black. Colors swirled and danced behind behind my eyes. I couldn't even feel the ground anymore was I....floating? Was it the drugs I took? Was I dead? I couldn't think. My vision was cloudy. Am I alive? Am I dead? After what seemed like a life time of floating and pretty colors, I felt myself hit the ground.

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I hit the ground. I can think again, I wonder where I am. Still am I dead? Alive? Somewhere in between? I slowly, cautiously, sat up looking around me. I see the same Carnival. I see the same Merry-Go-Round. I see the same everything. Except I feel...different...happier. I lay back down, suddenly tired. Maybe I can get some sleep before I have to go home and face...him. Yet, I have a feeling...I don't have to......I slowly drift in to a deep sleep....

I wake up, and feel like I'm on a cloud. I slowly sit up, look around. Im in a bed. Did the cops find me?! Did someone kidnap me?! Oh I wish I just had the courage to kill myself. Just as I'm going through my options, someone comes in. I drop my jaw as I see the boy standing in front of me. He looks about 18 and he's painted up. He has a black and white face paint full of shapes and designs. He is also wearing a black hatchetman. He has a tight blue and pink tee-shirt, and has black jeans on.

He interrupts my staring and practically drooling, and says "Yo, my names Malcolm. What's your name? Where you from? How'd you get here?" bombarding me with questions and more questions.

I have trouble finding my voice. "My name is Harli Quinn. I'm from Arkam. I don't know... Where am I?"

"Well, Harli, your in a place we like to call The Dark Carnival. The way you got here, is somehow you died. Your job is to tell me how you got here. be honest."

"I-I-I...I killed....m-myself." I tried to say. I couldn't believe I just spouted it off so easily, I felt a single tear roll down my cheek. "I have no idea where I am or what's going on..."

"Good. You should always tell the truth here. I'm here to warn you. I will show you and teach you about what would happen if you neglect those who are different. I'm showing you a reflection of the world around you and how screwed up it is. I am The Carnival Of Carnage. You must listen to me, and I will show you your life. I will show you what you have said and done. I will bring you to the next stage in your long journey. be carful on how you handle everything. You will meet new homies, drink Faygo, paint up if you please, and have a good time. Then at the end of your journey, they will show you where you belong. Hell's Pit or Shangri-La."

"I-I..."

"I know it's alot to take in. You have until tomorrow to begin your journey, this is where you'll stay. If you want, you can explore."

"Ok..." With that he left. I realized I was in only a bra and thong. I got up, really slow. I walked over to what looked like a dresser. I opened the drawer and inside I found my purple skinny jeans and my orange ICP tee. I slipped them back on. I found face paint in the second drawer. All different colors. I picked up the black and white. I looked around for a mirror. I found a door at the other side of the room. I slowly walk towards it, and open it cautiously. Remembering that this was the door that Malcolm- The Carnival Of Carnage left out of. It leads into kitchen, with another three doors leading off of it. One has to be an exit.

I open the first door, its a fairly large bathroom. I walk inside, ignoring my curiosity of the other doors.

I quickly find the mirror, open the face paint and ready to put on my paint. My paint is a white background, black smile, lips, dot on my nose, eyebrows, and black "X"s over each eye. When thats done I fix and style my hair.

I walk out of the bathroom, walking up to another door, its another room, filled with purple and orange stuff. Walking over to a bed, seeing a note with my name on it, I pick it up and read it. It says "Hello Harli, this is your room the other room is just a spare. This room is made exactly how you want it to be, it is your dream room. I hope you enjoy it. go out and meet some new people. good luck. -Malcolm" 

I decided to look around the room. I first opened the dresser, seeing all sorts of band shirts. A7X Papa Roach, Flogging Molly, Falling in Reverse, BVB, ICP, Twiztid, KMK, BOTDF, and so many more. Then the next drawer, is jeans, all skinny jeans and yoga pants, next to the side of the room was four pairs of combat boots. There were posters everywhere, all my favorite bands. Malcolm was right! This is my dream room. 

I walked out of the room and wanted to explore the rest of the apartment, but deciding to go out instead. Not knowing where to go, I figured I could just walk around. I walked to the front door, and took a deep breath "I'm ready for this!" I yelled at myself, in my head. 

I walk out the door, hoping to somewhat know were I am. I slowly emerge from the house I was in, not yet comfortable with calling it "my house." quite yet. I walked out, seeing painted faces everywhere hearing "Fonz Pond" by ICP over loud speakers, realizing exactly where I am! I know where and what my house is. Im in the old abondoned Carnival, and the house is the....

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~AUTHORS NOTE~

Heey guys, I know you have been telling me to update and stuff, and Im sorry I haven't but I promise I will update more often becuase my cmputor is fixed now, sorry for the clif-hanger, sorry for any errors! what do you think her house is? PLEASE PLEASE vote! comment! read!