Ringside Seat ||A Laughing Jack Love Story||

Chapter 4 - Help

Chapter 4 – Help

After calming down I dare not go back to sleep. I was utterly terrified of that clown and that scary carnival. But it didn’t stop my morning person mother from jumping in my room to wake me up to go to school.

“Wake up sunshine! Time to get ready for school!” she practically sings.

Oh yeah, I’m so excited to get back to school where there was a bloody murder the night before. Where the popular now widowed girls will blame me for the boys’ death. Oh so much fun.

“Do I have to? I still feel…sore.” I lie.

“Oh hun, you’ll be able to make it around, I’ll make you a protein shake so you can get up your energy!” she beams like a ray of sunshine and practically skips out of my room.

Most people would be thankful for this but after that nightmare, lack of sleep, and going to a school where I’m sure the scene won’t leave my mind, nor anyone else’s for that matter.

I got up and grabbed ripped jeans with a random band shirt, I couldn’t care less what I looked like right now as I slid on black cowboy boots that I adored. Sliding on all my bracelets I shuffle slowly to the bathroom to straighten my hair lazily and put on my dark makeup, not realizing it took me about a half an hour.

I shrug and slide on a leather jacket and my backpack and walk out to see my mom blending some sort of brown drink in the blender. I shiver not wanting to know.

“I’m okay mom, I’m awake.” I say.

“No hun you need this, besides, it would be a waste of food!” she says.

I sigh and wait for her to finish, eerily hearing piano. I listen to it and hear as if they were being slammed on. A creepy pop goes the weasel. I scream and fall off my chair as it reached the end of the song and all the keys were slammed on simultaneously.

I fell to the floor and hyperventilated as my mother rushed to my side. “Hun there’s nothing there! What’s wrong? Paris!”

I look through my mom as I see the clown behind her smirking and playing with his claws like he was Edward Scissorhands. I blink and the next minute he’s gone. I whimper and hug her like a scared little kid.

“I-I had a nightmare.” I admitted.

“Then why are you screaming about it now baby?” she asks, concerned written across her face.

“I saw the thing in my nightmare… or- or thought I did.”

She rubs my arms, as she did when I was a little kid and came crying to her. I sigh and close my eyes, trying to calm down and once I did, mom helped me up and we walked out to the car, thankfully without that protein slop.

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“Where the hell have you been?!” my best friend came running up to me as soon as she saw me in the classroom for first period, really early.

“Hiding in Mr. Pope’s room. Duh.” I said, trying to mask my feelings.

She smiled a bit, “Wait… why?”

“Because of the preps. Duh.” I say, one corner of my mouth twitching up.

“Shut up! I’m not stupid!” Araya huffs and smiled.

I looked her over, today she wore neon green pants with a jersey, the jersey was white with of course neon green detailing. She wore flats and her hair in a high bun like always; she was a bit taller than me and smiled down at me. I loved how though we were complete opposites we still managed to be the best of friends.

“I love you so much.” I smirk, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I can so tell.” she retorts with a laugh and side hugged me.

I smiled and let her, not daring to show my inner fear. I just tried forgetting about the monochrome clown, and focus on my bright friend.

“So are you still going to help with the Prom?” she asks, suddenly chirpy.

I looked surprised as I looked up at her. Prom wasn’t exactly the number one thing on my mind right now, I just wanted to calm down and stop being afraid. Stop thinking of those jocks hanging from the rafters. I still imagined it in my head and bit my lip. I had to punch a wall or something to feel normal again.

“You want me to help set up the thing I hate?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I know you hate dances but it means a lot to me, so… please?” Araya begged.

I folded my arms across my chest looking up at her, leaning over my desk as I sat down. I thought I saw Mr. Pope chuckling to himself over by his desk.

When I hadn’t responded fast enough for her she began her puppy dog look. Sticking out her bottom lip and making whimpering noises, her eyes big and glossy.

I groan, “I hate you.”

She smiled, “So you will?”

That smile melted the cold of my heart and I growled through gritted teeth, “Fine.”

“Oh my gosh yay! Thank you Paris! You won’t regret it, it’ll be fun!” Araya jumped up and down in excitement and I just shook my head, wondering what I had just got myself into.

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Picture is "The Dark Carnival Is In Town" by MoKaLo on Deviantart.
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