Lifes a Joke. (Creepypasta x reader)

Comical Coffins

"There saying it was Von Willebrand Disease because she had a history of it." My mom told me on the bus home as I looked out the window. "Its probably not fatal and you shouldn't blame yourself if that'ss what your thinking."

"Its not."

"Oh well, that's good." 

When we arrived home me and my mom separated to our rooms without a word.

I walked in my room with my eyes to the ground and closed the door behind me. I leaned on it and took a deep breath in.

"So are you calmer today?" My eyes shot open.

"You!" I yelled at the same masked man who have visited me the night before.

"Me!" He responded.

"Me!" Another voice mimicked from the corner closest to me. I turned to see a boy in a white and black mask with a yellow sweater on.

"Should I? Who? what? So many questions."

"Well we only have one," The first boy said jumping up, "Will you come with us."

"What no. You killed my friend."

"But you don't really care about that do you," Said the other male.

"What how would you know that? Still no." The first sighed and the two looked at each other.

"Sorry."

I felt a third person grab my wrists and pull them behind my back hindering me. The one with the orange tinted goggles walked over to us and used the hilt of his hatchet to knock me out.

This chapter was short but that seemed like a good stopping spot.

SONG LYRICS

Thank you mister officer great for all the things you said to me. For all the good that you have ever done.

Without you what would I be. Your the gass apon my flames. My love and rage all rolled up into one.

For every time your gun goes of a new rebel is born. So when theirs forty one bullets its forty-one thousand thorns.