atelophobia ↠ e. kaspbrak | ✓

Chapter Two

     My thoughts were beginning to blur together. So, if 8- no, that's not right. So, if 8.... so if- if- just solve the fricking problem. Don't be an idiot, solve it.

     I felt my muscles tightening as I leaned my head back in exasperation, tears beginning to fill my eyes.

     Start over. Problem one. So if, 8... s-so if- I mentally screamed in frustration, grasping the fabric of my pants tightly as my knuckles whitened. I could hear the voices chanting it over and over in my head telling me to just solve the stupid problem and move on. "I- I can't, I can't, I can't..." I whimpered underneath my breath, gritting my teeth anxiously. Finally, I snatched the paper up and crumbled it into a ball, chucking it across my room as hot tears ran down my face.

     I felt like I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, it was just too overwhelming. Slowly, I sunk down onto my bedroom floor, letting the sobs rack my body as I pulled my knees to my chest. "Please...just get out of my head. I- I can't-" I muttered, pressing my hands firmly against my ears as if to tune the taunting out somehow.

     Stupid, stupid, stupid....

     Poor ol' Rosie... if you come with me, you'll float...

     My head snapped up. I'd never heard that voice. It didn't sound like the others... it was almost... enthusiastic.

     My eyes began to glance around the room, trying to find the source of the noise. I managed to pull myself up with the help of my bed post and shakily moved towards my closet door. It was the only place the voice could have came from.

     I raised a trembling hand and slowly twisted the knob, pulling open the door.

     There it was.

     A red balloon.

     A balloon? I always throw my happy birthday balloons away... I thought, cocking my head to the side slightly, "am I going insane?" I whispered to myself, the sound of my anxious breathing beginning to fill my ears once again.

     Oh, Rosie... you aren't insane, I am very real... 

     "What the-" I breathed out, still scouring the room with my eyes for where it was coming from.

     "W-who are you?" I asked it, gulping.

     Why, I'm PENNYWISE the DANCING clown! Hehe....

     I jumped, stumbling backwards into my bed at the voice's explanation. Pennywise? What?

     The last thing I heard was it's giggling before I bolted downstairs, never looking back.