Running. I was running.
I was out of breathe and my legs burning. But i didnt slow down, i knew something was chasing me. It seems like every step i take im getting nowhere, like im running in one spot. But i pushed harder trying to get away.
I dont even know how i ended up in a forest. I was just in my bed back at the asylum. Was this a dream?
The burning sensation in my lungs and legs were all to real to be a dream.
The rustling of leaves got louder and closer. Then something came to my attention. Sombody was standing in front of me.
They had their back to me but i could make out who it was.
"RAYNE." I screamed.
He turned around slowly and when he did my face formed a look of discuss. He was wearing a red long sleeve shirt and jeans, covered in blood. But he was paler and his brownish-red eyes were pure black. In his left hand he was holding a bloody knife.
I stopped running and stared at him in horror. He stared right back.
You did this.
A demonic and deep voice rung out. I was about to open my mouth and retort but a black slimey tendril wrapped around my ankle. It at my foot and i fell flat on my face. It dragged me through the leaves and dirt. I looked up and reached a hand for Rayne but he just simply looked at me with a blank stare and walked the other way. The forest started fading into darkness until i was ingulfed in it.
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I sprung up in my bed, panting. I touched at my face as if it wasnt there and felt the sweat that had built up. I pushed my wet bangs off my forhead as i struggled to untangle myself out of the duvet.I fell off the bed in the process. I was still in shock and sleep still lingered in me. My eyes werent adjusted to the darkness so i saw shapes.
I pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs.
I had my back to the side of the bed and i shivered from the coldness of the floor.
The only light that entered the room was the light from the crescent moon shining outside.
I dont know why but i found the half litted ball of gas mesmerising. I stared at it as i burried my face in my knees and rocked myself.A nursery ryhme came to mind and i began to sing it.
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I swayed side to side, starring at the wall while singing. Some how i got possessed to sing this. I didnt even know the whole song until now.
My mouth moved on its own as i resighted word after word.
"Mamas gonna kill for you the whole damn world..."
I sat up on my knees and moved over to the window. Outside was the area were the patients get fresh air and can sit out. It was a slightly big area and at the end there was a tall wall/gate, so no one could escape. Behind the wall was a tall section of trees.
I stared at the trees for a moment, expecting something to crawl out. But nothing came. It looked normal but i felt something watching me. But this time in staring right back at it.
I squinted my eyes as i pressed my forhead to the bar. I'm not sure if it was the sleep in my eyes, but i saw one of the trees move, one of the slimer trees.
It moved forward into view and it looked like...a guy in a suit?
I furrowed my brow in confusion as i observed the person.
It had its hands behind its back and was looking direct at me. The stare down was unnerving since the thing didnt have facial features. Once it noticed i wasnt gonna look away it simply nodded its head. I squinted my eyes and as soon as i blinked it disappeared.
I had to blink a few times to make sure i wasnt hallucinating or imagining things.
I slowly moved away from the window and sat down in a corner. I wasnt tired anymore so i sat there, til day break.
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Morning rolled around and my nurse came in and saw me in the corner. Instead of taking me to Doctor Xaviar she took me to Doctor Pratt.Once i got to her office i took my seat in the usual therapist couch. I noticed on her desk sat a little plastic christmas tree. Now that ive noticed her whole office is decorated christmas style.'The holidays must be close' I thought.
30 minutes passed in doctor pratts office and we went through our exercises. The last thing she made me do before i left was draw a picture of whatever came to mind. I took the sketchbook she gave me and pencil and started drawing. I didnt know what it was at first until i drew a tuxedo. I realised i was drawing what i saw last night.
"Wow. Thats very good, Rose." Doctor Pratt said from behind me. I looked into her olive skinned face as she observed my picture. She moved a strand of charcoal black hair behind her ear.
"Hmm im not sure what this symbolizes." She said tracing the picture with her eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"In all my years and studies i never seen something like this...tell me where did you see this." She said sitting back at her desk.
"Uh last night when i woke up from a..dream i saw him standing outside."
She pushed her turtle specs up her face as she wrote something down.
"Could you tell me about this dream?" She said looking up from her paper.
I described to her my dream and she wrote it all down. She made a few curious faces as i explained. She tapped her pin on the desk, trying to figure out what it all means and how it ties together. But she was as cluless as me.
I left her office, handing her my picture so she could do a bit of research.
I sighed once i made my way into the sitting area, outside. Nobody was out here except me. Since it was getting cold everybody stayed in side, but the cold doesnt really bother me. I took a seat at the stone picnic table and and kept my eyes on the trees. The gray wall was in the way but the trees were so tall i could kinda see them. I was expecting to see the figure again, but i might have been imagining it.
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