Save me from my Demons | P.I.E Fanfiction

CHAPTER THREE - Can't remember

|Johnny Ghost's POV|

I woke up with a start. I found myself out in the middle of some wooded area. I was confused and lost. I couldn't remember anything. I didn't know where I was, why I was here and what happened yesterday. My head was hurting a little, but not that much.

My hands felt very dry, almost like skin was drying and cracking. I looked down at them. There was dried up dark red liquid all over them.

"B-blood? Why do I have blood on me?!" I couldn't stop staring at my hands, I looked down at my hoodie. It was also covered in blood.

"I got to get back home. Toast he must be..." I paused and looked up.

"Why didn't Toast come to find me?" I thought to myself, my expression dropped from confusion to sadness.

I quickly took off my hoodie and wrapped it up so no blood was visible. I stood up when I noticed something shiny from the corner of my eye on the ground.

It was a bloody knife. This only made me more confused. Trying to figure out what happened started to make my head pound. No time to think, I have to get back. I grabbed the knife and shoved it in the middle of my hoodie. I tried my best to keep my hands hidden as I tried to find my way out of the woods.

I found myself out on an open road, woods on the side of the road opposite me too. The road stretched two ones but seemed to be a one-way drive. No cars came from the left, only from the right. Cars past very rarely, making this place seem so desolate.

I decided to go right. It was the most logical way to go since only cars came from that way, which must've led to the city.

My heart was racing rapidly. I felt constantly on edge, my anxiety was at an all-time high. The painful feeling at the pit of my stomach was making me physically sick. I wanted to throw up, but I couldn't. I was scared someone would pull me aside and see the blood with the knife and accuse me of the worst.

To be honest I started putting two and two together but I needed to be sure. If I really did what I was thinking I did, I would be in a shit load of trouble, life in prison. But I couldn't just jump to conclusion. Not right away. I had to get home. Quick.

I walked down the road that seemed to go on forever, cars passing me by every so often. My anxiety levels were rising. I don't know how long I could go on with my heart practically beating out of my chest.

I finally reached the end of the area surrounded by woods, now I looked over at the city. How on earth did I even get this far? I asked myself, gazing out at the city. I shook my head. I can't just be standing here with a bloody jacket and a bloody knife in my arms. I must get home. Now.

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I ran into a back ally to hide from the crowds. I knew this place well, it had a perfect escape route that lead almost straight to the house. I kept frantically looking back, checking to see if there was anyone behind me.

Not looking where I was going due to looking behind me I bumped into something. Or rather...Someone.

I fell to the ground, dropping my jacket. The knife fell out, making a metallic clanging noise when it hits the floor.

I looked up to see a girl standing over me. She had short brown hair that was lighter than my own. Her eyes were an odd colour, one that I would have thought to be contacts, but they must have been really well made to look so natural. They were a light purple with a hint of blue.

She wore a pink tank-top and a pleated polka dotted skirt that was a navy blue and thigh high stockings that were the same navy colour as her skirt and black off brand converse.

She looked down at me with concern, bending down slightly as if to get a closer look at me. My heart was racing, I needed to get home, not converse with strangers on the street, especially in my state.

"Are you okay?" She asked sincerely. She was soft spoken, a voice that you'd expect an angel to have. Gentle, warm and quiet. She seemed like she didn't really speak much. Her eyes gave a hint of concern to match with her expression.

I gave her a weak smile and nodded. I didn't want to speak. I really had to get home.

She glanced over to my jacket and saw the knife. Her face dropped instantly. Her skin turned paler and her pupils shrunk. Fear took over her purple eyes.

"You...You killed her...You...K-Killed everyone...All those innocent people...You.." She stuttered, unable to finish her sentence.

"YOU MONSTER" She screamed, tears filling her eyes. She grabbed her phone from her bag that was swung around her shoulder and started to dial 911. I stopped her before she hit the call button, taking her phone and throwing it aside. I hit her in her stomach pressure point, instantly knocking her out due to lack of oxygen. She fell to the floor. Her skirt ruffled, she looked rather uncomfortable. Now what? I thought to myself. I apparently killed a bunch of people now I knocked someone out? What do I do?

I was frantic and wasn't thinking straight. I picked up my knife and jacket and started to walk off. I looked back at the unconscious girl. I couldn't just let her lay there on the concrete. Especially now that she knows my face and knows that I apparently killed a bunch of people. I let out a deep sigh before wrapping my jacket around my waist and shoved my knife in her purse before picking her up bridal style and headed back home.

How was I going to explain all this to Toast?

[[AN: Thank you for reading this chapter! Sorry it took a while to write. I literally have writers block and I am starting College soon uwu I'm excited! I got enrolled! Woot! Anyway, Updates will still be slow and probably even slower when I start College because I want to take this more seriously than High School. Thank you for being patient uwu]]