Safe And Sound (CreepyPasta Fan Fic)

Chapter One

Chapter One

I start banging heavily on the door to a huge masion. It's probably cold, it's raining, and it's dark. How did it come to this? And why am I so scared? I'm never this scared. I have disability that keeps my from feeling pain, too much heat, and too much cold. If I can't feel pain, stuff like that doesn't scare me. And usually death doesn't scare me either. People with this disability have short life spans, so I know I'll probably die young. I'm usually not afraid of death either. It's 1:30 a.m. and I'm in the forest, pounding on the door of someone's mansion. And two nights ago, I was sleeping in my own bed. In a safe house. I tried that around nine o' clock last night, and I lost everything close to me.

~A Day Ago~

I woke up and groaned. I hated mornings. I wanted to stay in bed and lay there for the rest of my life. But it was Friday. I had to get up. I went into the bathroom, took out the rubber bands for my braces, and started brushing my teeth. I threw away the old bands, and put new ones in. Then I threw on my favorite outfit; a loose blue t-shirt the fell off my shoulders, a pair of really lose black leggings, and my fuzzy socks. I hurried down the stairs, slipped on my blue tennis shoes. Sam wasn't up, but Mom was cooking pancakes for breakfast.
"Where's Sam?" I asked.
"She's in bed," my mother replied. I scooped up the plate of pancakes she had ready for me.
"Why?" I asked.
"She doesn't feel well, and she has a fever."
"Oh, okay."
Samantha was my eleven year old sister. She was five years younger than me.
"You need to see the paper," Mom said, nodding toward the newspaper.
"Why?" I responded. "Did he do it again?"
"See for yourself."
I picked up the paper, and on the front page, big, bold letters read the words, ANOTHER PERSON FOUND DEAD.
I read the article. The body was found in an alley, with a word carved into his head. They had a picture of it. It was a really bad quality picture, but I was able to make out the word. In crooked, scraggly letters it said "JEFF".
Jeff. The name rang a bell. I shrugged the thought off. If I was a normal girl who read that article, I would be freaking out. But I can't feel pain, so I wasn't. I just wrote a mental note to stay out of the alley between our house and school.
I got my iPhone off my mom's desk, plugged in my earbuds, and began to listen to music. I couldn't hear my
mom but I could tell she wanted me to hurry up.
You need to leave in five minutes, she mouthed. I nodded.
I finished my breakfast, got my backpack, put my phone in the side pocket, put on my helmet, then grabbed my skateboard. As I rode to school, I was sure someone was stalking me. I felt like someone had a cold, hard gaze on me.
I stopped when I neared the alley. I looked in it, and saw a shadowy figure. I squinted my eyes, and got a better veiw. Whoever it was, she had long, jet black hair.
She's going to get killed, I told myself, but I did nothing about it.

~Time Skip (But Not To The Present)~

The bell rang for my finall class before lunch. The class was art, and the art teacher was the awesomist teacher ever. Ms. Erica (she prefers her first name). She was just... awesome! She gave you mercy if you were late for class and everything like that. I walked into the class, and teacher smiled.
After a few minutes past, the intercom came on.
"Ms. Erica?" the school secretary asked.
"Yes?"
"Could you send Brooklyn Shoin to the office, please?"
"Sure."
"'Kay, thanks."
"Brooklyn? You need to head down."
Oh crud, I thought. I'm Brooklyn Shoin.
I walked down to the office and stopped at the front desk. The secretary looked up.
"Mr. Roberts must see you in his office," she said.
I nodded nervously. Did I do something wrong? I knocked on Mr. Roberts' door.
"Come in," he replied.
I slowly walked in.
"Your mom's coming to pick you up," he said.
"What?" I asked. "Why?"
He took a deep breath, then said, "Your sister was murdered."