Misery Rose

Chapter One - I Thought I Was Free...

  I plopped down on the bed that I had created in the hollow portion of the tree trunk...that I call home. I slipped my mask off and sighed as I thought about these past few kills of mine. These kills...they weren't satisfying anymore. They weren't satiating my hunger for blood. For these bastards to feel the misery that I endured. They were starting to mean nothing now... 'What's happening to me?' As I sat there in silence, I heard the wind howling from above my location, and the leaves softly rustling, making me relax, and think about much more peaceful times. Thinking about the...memories. 'NO! I won't let those memories torment me. Not the same way that they have done previously. I...I can't. I won't let them break me. I'm not...I'm not the same person.' I began to laugh hysterically, rocking back and forth. "This isn't happening to me...IT CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME!!!" I attempted to calm myself down...tried to knock myself out, like I had done so many times before. It was so...futile. 'I don't get it. What's...happening?'  "I thought I was free, goddammit! Why can't you leave me alone?" I broke down, sobbing, after I spoke those words. 'I...I don't get it. I left that behind me...I left him behind me!' I gasped, trembling as my memories overtook my control. I faintly remember the sound of laughing as I slowly faded from consciousness.

It felt...like I was in a different reality. One that was kinder than most, one where I never went through what had actually occurred... I still felt my scars, but...it felt like I had a family. It was...suffocating. I hated this feeling, this sense of belonging. It's...It's just too strange. I've never felt as if this was true. There's just...there's no way. I struggled against my bonds, struggled against this perfect family that...I would love to have, but I can't. It's too kind, too gentle. As I appeared to break free, my surroundings seemed to blur, and I sat up, appearing to be in a bedroom. 

Not this again... I saw a boarded up window, along with a door that, once inspected, appeared to be locked. I looked around the room, noticing a seemingly nice dresser, with what looked like a mask on top. 'Wait, a mask?' My hands seemed to fly up to my face...no mask. That means that someone had seen my face! Oh, shit. 'Calm down, calm...down.' I steadied my heartbeat, and continued looking over the room, taking mental notes of the layout. As I saw earlier, there was a dresser in the corner of the room, a bit to the left of the bed that I woke in. There also seemed to be a nightstand, with...a computer? It was hard to tell, my vision seemed to have been screwed up a bit from something. I walked over to the door, only to hear rapid footsteps. My heart began to race wildly, and I rushed over to the dresser, grabbing the mask and slipping it inside my hoodie, and crawling into one of the dresser drawers. As I heard someone...or something, unlocking the door, I closed the drawer by using the one above me to pull myself inwards. The drawer closed just as soon as I heard the door creak open and then a deep voice.

"Boss, she's either escaped or is hiding somewhere in the room. Do you want me to send someone to search the woods?" A pause. "Yes, sir." I tried to make my breathing as quiet as possible, because, while a 'spirit', I still technically had to breathe. That, or I was just used to breathing so now it seemed that I must. I felt the footsteps quiet themselves, and slowly move around the room. 'Please don't let me be found, please don't let me be found...' I was about to mentally sigh in relief, until someone started opening the drawers, after possibly having checked around the bed. First, it was the drawer above me...then the one next to that. 'Maybe, maybe he'll skip over me...Nope.' I shrieked as my drawer was slid open, and I panicked, twisting and squirming as I was dragged out of my hiding spot. "Let me go! Please let me go! Why are you doing this?!" I was still squirming around when I was suddenly tossed into a different room.

'...Damn them...' "YOU BASTARDS!!!" I remembered that I had my mask with me, this time, thankfully. As I carefully slipped my mask on, I felt something sharp poke at my ankle. 'Wait...my razor blades! Yes!!' I carefully took out one of the razor blades from where I had placed them earlier that day and smiled gently, noticing that its quality was still rather fine. I began to carve into the floor as much as I could, considering it was rather difficult. I carved my specialty rose, and licked my lips, after looking at my finished piece of art. I suppose that this could keep me in a relatively alright mood for a while.

After what I seemed to have been a few hours, my eyes began to droop, as I fought sleep. 'I can't...what if they come back?' I blinked slowly, fighting a yawn. As I started to lose my reasoning behind fighting sleep, I felt like I was being watched. I shook the feeling off, and started to doze off. Next thing I knew, I had fallen asleep.