Demented

Chapter Five

I wake up in a room with a black door in front of me. The door cracks open and as I walk inside there are trees with ropes. Everything was dim and dark. I look down from the branch down to the rope. Hanging on a rope, a dead body. I cover my mouth to silence my scream of shock.

I look around and see countless dead bodies hanging and more dead bodies on the ground. The bodies look broken boned and fallen. I walk down the forest and step over each body. I stop at the sight of brown hair on the dead body. I walk to the vacant space in the aisle of dead bodies.

I attempt to turn the body over. I brush off the leaves and dirt off the face of the body.

Then I realize, it was me.

My eyes widen at the sight of my broken bones and cracked neck. My scars look the same. Except the dead one had more.

I notice that my dead body's fingers start to move.

I push my dead body making her face down again. I start to step back from the living body. The body starts to lift it's head up and says something so silently.

"Help me." The voice sounds so shaky and suffocating. And in pain.

As soon as the body settled its head down. It starts to get windy. Coming along with the wind were cries of sadness and helplessness.

The cries rung in my ears causing pain and making me anxious. I run as fast as I can over the dead bodies and leaves while I cover my ears. My hair whips my face by the wind.

Before I notice a big branch on the ground I fall on my head. Everything goes blurry and the cries turn to laughs.

I curl up into a ball and cry while the laughs take over me.

The noises suddenly fade away and I wake up once again in the same room with the black door. The writings on the walls catch my attention.

Where's my happy ending?

Was written on the walls. It seemed like it was written with paint. Some of the ink drips away from the letters and leaves a trail down its way to the floor.

Why is my dead body there when I'm alive right now?

Am I dead?

Maybe I am. But not physically.

My soul is dead.

Every single body there represents a dead soul of every different person. But why did mine move and speak?

The writing on the walls are one of my biggest questions, Where is my happy ending? All of these bitches in school have boyfriends, they're popular, and they're pretty. And I was made like this. A horrible, lonely, and invisible girl.

Poor little girl, still waiting for her happy ending. Maybe I was made to be the bad guy or the evil, or ugly sister who has the bad personality but her sister is fucking gorgeous and she gets her prince charming. Just like in fairy tales.

The bad one always ends up alone. The bad one never gets their one true love.

It's always like that. Every night, mom would always read me a bedtime story when I was young. A different one every night. Every story would have a happy ending. Each and every one of them. "And they lived happily ever after. The End." That line was always stated at the last page. Every story told became so predictable. So my mom stopped reading me stories because I told her it was so boring already. The movies have it, fairy tales have it, fictional stories have it too. Where's mine?