SERENITY (A Creepy Pasta Fanfiction)

Busted.

  Have you ever been punished for something so stupid that it almost makes you want to scream?  That's how I felt when I finally emerged from the trees, heart pounding, head full of fear.  Only to be met with my father who dragged me inside to then tell me that for the rest of the weekend I was grounded. Why, you ask? It wasn't because I was out past dark and missed dinner. No, it was because I wasn't there to MAKE  the dinner. It was almost a laughable situation really.  I don't ever remember him asking me to make dinner, or really him ever really mentioning dinner at all besides for telling me to be back before dinner.

I yelled back at him, there was just something in me that snapped.  How dare he yell at me for doing nothing wrong and then ground me. It wasn't going to fly with me.  My yelling turned into a full fledge fight with him. Each word either of us spoke sent spears through both of us. 

"Well if you weren't such a failure and didn't try to constantly fight everyone all the time then maybe your mother and I would still be Together!" That was the last thing he said to me before I slammed the door to my room shut and pressed the lock in.  It wasn't uncommon for my dad to try and blame me for the failed marriage.  Every time I saw him it was the same thing.  There was always a problem that lead to a fight that lead to him blaming me for something. I didn't see him much.  And this was the longest I was around him at one time.

The rest of the night was uneventful I spent it either on my laptop or on my phone switching between the two periodically. There wasn't really anything else I could do besides for think.  And let me tell you, I thought a lot.  Mostly about the letter I found in the woods.  That couldn't be for me? Could it?  I mean that had to have been there for someone else.  There was no way that anyone would've known that I was out there.

I also wondered who the cats were and who they were being sent after.  Clearly whoever this was meant for was someone who that person was hunting down. Maybe it was someone's stalker.  And maybe it was actually for me.... Either way I'm glad I got out of there.  Something about the whole situation set me off the edge.

I couldn't help but constantly look out my window throughout the night. I felt like I should be expecting someone just standing out there, ready to attack. I knew that it was silly, I knew that there couldn't be someone out there. 

When I fell asleep that night, I felt the room get extremely cold right before I dozed off. Everything seemed 10 times darker. But before I could try and see or do anything about it... I was asleep.

Rinngg around the roossiieess..... 

   The song blasted through the dense trees and echoed through the woods bouncing off every corner until it created a choir of monotone voices that played viciously in my ears. I couldn't do anything but run through the dark woods. I felt every part of my body drip anxiety as I ran barefoot throughout the woods. Taking complicated twists and turns as I tried to navigate through. 

I didn't know why I was running, but I knew that if I stopped something bad then would happen so I couldn't do anything else besides for look forward and keep going as fast as I could.

A pockkettt full of pooossiieeesss

I found myself coming to a rocky dead end. There was a piercing scream that trembled the earth and I felt the snow start to pile down faster and faster until It finally became a white out.  But what I noticed was that it was Not cold enough for snow to fall. It was cold, I could feel it on my bare skin, but it wasn't the type of cold that would bring snow.

I put my hand on the wall and I started to breath heavy, I was out of breath. 

Why was I running?  Where was I going?

Images started to flash into my mind.  That of mostly my actions.  Pictures of my car accident, my fights, my letters and my threatening text messages. Then there were images of blood, and knives. And bodies of whom I did not recognize.  One image flashed away so fast the only thing I could see was the image of a tall, pale man.

Aaaassssshhhhheeessss........ Aaaaaasssssshhhheeeessss.....

The last image that came to my head was a house.... My dads house, burning to the ground. There was a flurry of ashes that dusted around his yard as surrounding trees started to catch on fire.  The last image also came with audio. There was screaming. 

Laydynns screaming. 

"NOOOOO!" I shouted at the house and tried to rub into it. I tried to save him.  But I couldn't. I then heard the sounds of police sirens. I was sent into a panic, I looked down at my hands and that's when I saw what I had been missing this whole time.  The thing that links me to this crime.  A set of matches. And a gallon of gas.  I could finally feel the weight of the object as my world came crashing down on me.

I did this.

I killed my family. 

I felt the ashes start to over take my whole line of vision as the images stopped coming.  I felt my heart beat heavy in my chest and my eyes fluttered shut as I started to sob.  The reality of my actions have finally come down on me.  And I couldn't handle it.

I finally heard what caused me to start running.  The shouting voices. They all called out to me.  They were all looking for me now. I had to run again.  I had to go another way.

I turned away from the wall and I started to run blindly through the ashes trying to find some sort of shelter. I felt like I could've been running for hours, full speed without any need for a rest.  I finally came to a clearing in the woods, and then I saw it. 

A mansion like building stood proudly and untouched by the ashes. As if the full clearing has a force field around it that shaded it from the rest of the world.  I took a step closer, getting out of the trees.  But as soon as I took a step into the clearing everything went dark. And I was falling.

We all fall down.