Murder the Noisy

They try to be nice

     After about 12 weeks of trial and error, of trying to get the creepypastas to loosen up, they did no such thing, and as a result, I gave up trying. I had originally tried to be nice, then I tried to give them the silent treatment, hen I tried locking myself up in my room, then I tried hurting myself, then I tried suicide. None of them worked. Each time, I was healed, punished, healed again, and locked away. They had realised that me being out in the open — and by that, I mean allowed to roam around the house freely — did not work. So they locked me up. Permanently.

     My room, now a 150 millimetres by 150 millimetres, and 2 metres high, was as cramped as one could Get in somewhere that only just qualified as a room. I lay on the floor in a curled position, staring at the far wall. The door behind me had two slots. One to look through, and one to slide food and water into. This time, I was attempting to go on a protest once again, and this time, it was by not eating. I was starving myself. I got found out after I refused my first meal. They force fed me after beating me up and healing me, then put me back in my room. My existence could be described as a living hell at the moment. My freedom had vanished, along with all home of escaping, seeing as my limbs were starting to get gradually weaker. I do believe the correct term was... atrophy. I tried to exercise in my tiny room, but it was inconvenient, and I was beaten for it.

     Today, I was just as bored as I had been te first day I was in this room. However, I had leaned the trick to fall asleep quickly, for extended periods of time, and regardless of whether or not I was tired. The trick, was called "knocking myself out" . I did this repeatedly, since I had nothing to do.

     Suddenly, the door to my cell opened. I didn't know what was going on, so I sat up, hugged my legs, and stared at the door with wide, terrified eyes, all the while quivering violently. The person at the door was Jax. She was probably the nicest one out of the lot. She sometimes objected to the torture. However, she was still scary, and I was still petrified out of fear. She bent down to my level.

'(Y/N). You've been constantly trying to fight against us. Why haven't you realised that just complying to the rules means that you'll live happily?' She looked at me with kindness through her mask. And it was at that moment that I hated her, too.

'I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I' I tried to say that I felt as though I was a caged animal, but my stutter was so bad at this point that Jax handed me a notebook and a pen.

'Here.' She said. I nodded shakily.

I tried writing something, but my hand trembled so much that it became an incomprehensible scribble on the paper. It was pathetic. I could no longer communicate. Jax looked at me in pity. She put a hand on my shoulder, and I instinctively jolted away from her touch. My quaking grew more severe. Jax was now quite sad. She left me to go to the other girls, presumably. She made sure to shut and lock the door behind her. That was proof enough that she wasn't trustworthy.

When the other girls came back they looked at me. Jess looked cold and disgusted, and a bit angry. Jane looked a bit sad, but mostly concerned. Slenda, her caring nature being exposed, knelt down. I trembled even more, and that amplified everyone's reactions to me.

'Have we overdone it?' Asked Benny.

'Just a bit.' Said Jane.

'We've been making his life miserable, and made him hate us...' Said Jax, looking slightly dejected.

'I think it's time to actively love him, instead of squashing all hopes of escape.' Ah. So their plan was to make me not want to leave. Fat chance! I was going to get major plastic surgery after this so that I was unrecognisable. I would then run away as far away from this place as I could.

The other girls agreed with Slenda. They pulled me out of my room, my paralysis making their job easier. They placed me on a large bed and left me to rest there. After they had shut the door, I very slowly drifted inter a deep sleep. It was the first time I had slept in a real bed after all, and I did my absolute best to make the most of it and its comfiness.

Sorry about neglecting this story for so long. It's just I've been writing other things.
This chapter was only 831 words long.
See you next time! :3(colon three)