The Carnival (A CREEPYPASTA FAN FICTION)

Chapter 11

Screaming I woke up, angry and sad. I didn't want to remember, I never want to remember again. I wiped tears off my face and I looked over at the clock, I hadn't realized I had slept a whole day. I didn't want to move, these people didn't like me they never would. I sighed as I realized I couldn't stay in this room forever, I'd have to eat and stuff like that. If I just lay here, maybe I could forget about everything. I closed my eyes again hoping, and wishing for sleep to take me into its grasp and plunge my body into the darkness. But alas I was jumped on by a little girl.

"You haven't changed ever since you got here. We should play dress up and get you some new clothes." I hadn't realized I hadn't changed, looking down at my clothes I was shocked. My dress was all ripped, blood was splattered on me, my hair was out of control, my makeup was smeared, and I was covered head to toe in dirt.

     "Fine." I sighed it wasn't going to be the same with out Tyson and Damien, but I can't think of that right now. I was dragged into a different room that was actually pretty stylish, I wonder whose room it is. Before I could ask Slenderman popped out behind a curtain. Screaming I ran to the door, which seemed to be getting farther away and farther away the more I ran. Falling to the ground I started crying, foot steps approached me so I curled up into a ball protecting my neck and my stomach. I felt his hand touch my shoulder.

"He really did a number to you didn't he?" That definitely wasn't Slenderman, it couldn't be. Who was this? Slowly I looked up, and flinched I still saw that faceless monster. "It's alright, I won't hurt you like my brother did. You can trust me."

Quickly I stood up and brushed my self off. I stepped back creating a bit of space, I already looked like a fool for crying on the ground.

"You probably already know but my name is Thorn." I stuck out my hand to shake his hand, but he just stood their. "Um so what am I doing here?" I ask

"Well Slender has decided that you need to get some new clothes, and you need to move out of Sally's room." His blank face almost looked disappointed.

"I mean no offence, but how are you going to help me do those things?" This probably wasn't the best choice. I don't even know who this is.

"No offence? No offence?!? I'm trying to help you, you ungrateful slut. I'll still help you but I won't like it." He walked over to the closet, and just grabbed things almost randomly. Then he pulled out a wagon and a key. "Heres some clothes, shoes, hair products, bedding, and a lamp." He kicked the wagon towards me and said, "Don't worry your rooms next to Sally's still. Now get out." I didn't know what to say so I just walked out.

Silently I followed Sally back to our rooms, she stopped in front of her bright pink room that had the numbers 33 written on the door. I looked at my key and engraved on it was 34, I turned around and their was my door. It would have been a beautiful maroon with a beautiful bright gold handle, but now the paint is chipped and the handle is all worn out. I wonder whose room this was?

     I turn the handle, and when I walked in I tripped on an up rooted carpet . I'll have to fix it later. I glance around the room, blood stains filled the room, the mirror above the dresser was shattered, and there was no mattress on my bed. I pulled the wagon all the way into the room and closed the door. There is a lot I'm going to need to do for this to work out. Better get started.

10 hours later

     Finally I've finished with the room, at least that guy gave me enough stuff to redo the room. Most of the room is a maroon to purple colour, and everything was brand new. Except the door I left it how it was, it gave it a eire look. I am so ready to have a shower.