Creepypasta: A New Friend

Chapter 1: Saved By the painter

I ran through the forest panting for breath. I looked behind me and saw that she was still chasing me, the knife in her hand gleamed in the moonlight. When I turned around there was a huge log in front of me I didn't have time to jump, instead I tripped and fell on my face. I held back a scream when I felt a rock pierce my arm. I scrambled to get up and dragged myself behind a tree.

I heard footsteps coming towards me and prayed to any god that was listening, that she didn't see me trip. I heard her stop and nearly whimpered. I heard her feet shuffling as if she was looking for me. "Fuck, I lost her! Rake!?"

I heard her shout into the dark woods and I heard a snarl come from one of the trees. When I peeked out from behind the tree I saw a grotesque looking creature that had long limbs, two glowing eyes, sharp teeth, and pale skin. I held in a scream as I looked at it. "I lost the girl go search for her from above." With a hiss the Rake retreated into the tree.

I felt tears flowing down my cheeks and the throbbing pain in my arm increased. I looked down and saw the rock that was embedded into my arm. When I pulled it out the rock was at least five inches long and as soon as I pulled it out blood came gushing out. I hissed in pain and gritted my teeth, while clutching my arm and holding it to my chest. All of a sudden I heard a voice come from right beside me.

"Oh my god, are you alright?!" I jumped and nearly screamed but my mouth was covered just in time. The boy in front of me held his finger up to his lips, which my eyes were drawn to. "What's your name?" He whispered to me and slowly removed his finger from my lips.

"My name is Clary Smith. Who are you?" He smiled at me and is blue hair swished in the cool breeze. "I'm Otis." He looked down at my arm and I realized that the blood was coming between my fingers, running down my arm.

"Come with me." I stared at him, after all we had only just met. "Or you could stay here dodging, Jane and hoping she doesn't find you. But if it were The Rake I can tell you that will be much worse." I heard The Rake hissing in the distance, and shuddered before nodding at Otis.

I tried standing but pain shot up my leg and I nearly fell but Otis caught me and pulled me to his chest. His arm wrapped around my legs and the other one was wrapped around my back. I stiffened when I felt him touch me but I forced myself to breath deeply and relax. Otis stood and started walking in the direction as far away from Jane as possible. I leaned my head against his shoulder and caught the wif of paints and cedarwood.

"Thank you for saving me." I said in a sleepy voice. "Don't mention it, Clary." The last thing I saw was his sea blue eyes looking down on me before my eyes closed and I feel asleep.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Bloody Painter?!" I heard a crash and felt my body jerk. I was literally yanked out of my sleep. "Look, Jeff, Jane and The Rake were after her what else was I suppose to do, let Jane kill her?" I felt bad for listening on their conversation so I decided to let them know I was about to wake up.

I moaned 'in my sleep' and pretended to snuggle closer to Otis' chest. "Guys I think she's waking up. Awe, look how she snuggled closer to you Bloody Painter." I heard a girl say, and I actually heard his heart beat faster, and I blushed but kept my face neutral.

"Otis, why don't you take her into the bathroom and get her wound cleaned." I felt Otis moving then heard a door open and close. Felt myself being set down then felt a hand on my face. I slowly open my eyes and saw Otis who was about three inches from my face. "I guess your finally awake."

I almost jerked away from his hand, but instead I looked around but I stiffened when I saw I was in a bathtub. Otis saw me stiffen and looked at me in concern. I felt myself start to shake as horror coursed through me turning my veins to ice. Suddenly everywhere I looked it was covered in blood, my blood. Suddenly I remembered what happened to me all over again.