How Could You Forget The Sun

XIII

I was listening to the sound of the piano, my electronic piano, through my Bose headphones. I was the girl that composed my own piano scores, and I enjoyed it sometimes more than playing the scores of other composers. However, today, I was playing ‘So Long, Farewell’ on the keys.

I did not enjoy musicals; mark that down on my personality. In fact, I did not like most music genres, but the song was a pleasure to play on the piano. I preferred to sulk in my realm of metal, hardcore, and screamo. Unfortunately, those kinds of songs did not transfer to piano well at all. Therefore, I was stuck playing scores from movies and other pop singers.

It was four days since I had first met ‘Masky’, ‘Hoody’, Toby, and Jeff. I was becoming a tad familiar with their faces, but my fear was not gone when I saw the pale creature. It was eternally hostile, and Toby has had to cut it with his hatchets more than a dozen times so far.

I had not seen any of the others that they have explaining to me about, but I was not exactly eager. So far, I have learned about the demon ‘Eyeless Jack’, the monochrome clown ‘Laughing Jack’, the cyber-ghost ‘BEN.’, and the little girl ‘Sally’ with her teddy bear. Of course, they have also been talking about the supposed Slenderman.

I knew he was an urban legend, but I could not deny that I had already seen some strange things. After a week with these people, skipping school, skipping work, skipping my lessons, and not having the ability to communicate with my friends, I was going insane slowly. I was restricted from singing and playing piano.

My little cheat for the piano was when I would sneak into my piano room at the dead of night, plug in my headphones to the electric keyboard, and I would proceed to play until just before dawn. No one has caught me yet, well, except for Masky. He doesn’t seem to mind.

Speak of the devil, or proxy rather, the Masked Man waltzed into the room right as I thought of him. He sat beside me on the bench and watched, listening to the faint music filtering from my headphones, and remained silent. I did not want him here, and I turned to him expectantly.

“What?” he defended himself.

“Why must you be here?”

He pulled back, and I could only imagine the amount of reproach on the expression under his mask. “I’m here so that when Jeff finds out, he doesn’t stab you to death and hide your body in a cold hole.”

“Not like you’d do any different,” I grumbled.

Masky stood up abruptly, obviously indignant. “I wouldn’t do that,” he snapped harshly and left the room.

I sighed, not in the mood to play piano any more. I left the piano room and followed Masky to the living room. He looked up at me when I entered, and I could tell because his mask shifted to face me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, feeling rather stupid for apologizing to a murderer.

He shrugged and turned away. I did not know what to do, so I decided without real contemplation to get a glass of milk and try and get some well-deserved sleep. It wasn’t easy when I woke up every hour or two to find Jeff staring at me with a creeper smirk from the doorway of my on-suite bathroom.

Mornings were not too kind either, for I was woken early by cold metal against my throat. Jeff enjoyed tormenting me, but I could tell that he meant his torture. The scarred killer, the freak, wanted so badly to kill me and sate his blood lust. You could see it in the way his dilated pupils would watch whenever I accidently let an old scratch on my neck bleed again.

Masky was good to me, admittedly, for a killer. He had his rough moments, following his ‘master’s orders and giving me a good punch every now and then. Hoody, well, I could not tell about him. He was always quiet, but kind of menacing truly. I did not like how he always was pointing his camera at me.