SERENITY (A Creepy Pasta Fanfiction)

Police report.

    I didn't try to leave my dads house for the rest of the weekend. I barely could leave my room. The nightmare plagued my mind.  The nightmare came back Saturday night and again in my own house Sunday night. I couldn't go back to those woods. I couldn't go back to his house. School Monday morning, seemed to drag on.  The lights seemed to be brighter, more white. It added to the headache I already had.  That day, I wore a hoodie and sweat pants despite the weather being fairly warm. I couldn't bring myself to get dressed up.

I stood in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. My usually bright green eyes felt dull and sunken in.  I had dark bags under my eyes and my face was pale. I blinked a few times and splashed my face with cold water. There was no amount of water that could help liven up my face. I stood there, staring at myself in a trance when I noticed in the top right corners of the mirror, the ceiling in the reflection was leaking a black gas. It moved slowly and stayed on the ceiling.  It leaked through the cracks in the tile, slowly making its way towards me. My mouth opened in shock and I had to fight the urge to scream.  I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing heavy. When I opened them again, the gas was still there but much closer than it had started. I let out a little squeak and then quickly turned around. To my amazement there was nothing there.  No black gas. Just the cracked ceiling and nothing more.

I left the bathroom right after that. When I went to class, I was immediately sent down to my guidance counselors office. I was confused at first. There was no reason for her to call me down.  I just sighed and left with all of my stuff to the office. The walk there seemed to take forever.  The hallway was surprisingly empty and eerily quiet. My steps echoed down the hallway and my breaths seemed to fill every corner of the hallway. I made my way down the stairs and then to the office. I looked in some of the classes as I passed them.  If the teachers were talking, or if the students were noisy I should've been able to hear them in the hallway, but I couldn't. I finally made it to the office and I pushed open the door and I looked at the secretary.

"Close the door. You'll let all the air conditioner out." she said in a raspy voice. I shut the door and then I stood infront of her desk.

"I was called down." I said sighing. This used to be a monthly thing for me. I used to get into fights a lot and cause a lot of problems. But then at the beginning of my junior year I told myself that I would start to clean up my act. So why I'm here today is beyond me.

  "Serenity Rivera?" she let out a deep cough covering her mouth with a napkin.

"yes" I was annoyed. She knew who I was, she had seen me many times in the past three years but still everytime I went down there she asked my name.

"okay, you can go right in." And with that she went right back to typing on her computer.

I walked past her desk and to the door on the right.  I opened it and I saw a scene that I wasn't really expecting to see. The room itself was simple. A big mahogany desk in the middle of the room.  It had two big computers on either side of it two filing cabinets behind it and two chairs infront of it.  There was a window also behind the desk and to the side. But the shades were drawn, which was unusual. There was a potted plant by the door and a white board on the wall that marked a lot of dates with upcoming sports games, plays and other after-school activities. The most unusual thing that was there was that my guidance counselor was also accompanied by two police officers. They both stood off to the side, watching her do her work at the computer. I used to see this a lot whenever I got into a fight. But usually I was not alone, usually there was the other girl sitting at the desk. Or she would come in right after me.

I shut the door behind me and I took a seat at the desk without being told. As I said, I knew what to do.

"Ms. Rivera," my guidance conselor began. "do you have any idea why I called you down here this morning?" She looked up from her computer giving me a disappointing look. Mrs. Alvarez was a sweet lady, she really did try to work with the students and to try and get them to be on a good path.