I slam myself into the wall over and over again, unable to stop. Tears streaming down my face from the massive pain.
Not the one stinging over all my nerves, the one shattering my brain. The doctors run in, the guards restaining me. I cry out as they slam me onto a table, strapping me down.
I fight against the restraints. Soon, I calm. Choked sobs leave my throat. They unstrap me, laying me on my bed and taking the table away.
I look out my window, a figure staring back at me.
It is faceless, black and white. Honestly, I was curious. I quickly look down. I undo my straight jacket, from years of practice.
I climb into my bed, pressing my left hand and forehead on the window. The figure continues to stare at me. I blink a few times.
The figure retreats back into the trees. I sit down, pouting.
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The creature came back every day.
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I smile at the creature. It looks down at me.
What's your name?
A voice in my head asks.
"It's (Y/N)." I answer, smiling widely.
Would you like to leave? It asks. It's dark outside, I can barely see it. I nod furiously.
"Can you help me leave? I hate this place. It hurts." I ask. It nods.
A sharp static sound erupts in my ears. Next thing I know, I feel something on my shoulder. I look up, smiling. It's the figure.
Next thing I know, everything is black.
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I wake up in a room. I sit up, looking around. This isn't my room. I blink, confused.
I run my hands along my body. Before my hand brushes across a spot on my thigh. I seethe, pausing. I pull my hand away, lifting the sky blue gown up.
A large mark scars my leg. It's a circle with an 'x' through it. I look down at it, confused. I continue looking for anything new. When my hand touches my head.
I pull my hand away, shocked. I have hair again. I pull it in front of my face, a huge smile across my face.
I stand up, jumping around.
"I have hair! I have hair again! God, how I missed it!" I yell, petting myself. I sit down, cross legged. I smile widely. I poke my cheeks. "I can't seem to stop smiling. Heh."
My cheeks start to hurt. I punch myself. I blink, my smile gone. I sigh. I look around.
A big window sits behind me, a door in front of me. I walk over to the door.
"Let's see, do I remember how this works?" I ask myself. I look at the handle, curious. I place my hand on it, turning it. Nothing happens. I blink, leaning on the door.
I fall through the door, hitting the hallway wall. I blink, standing up. I brush dust off my outfit, sighing. I start to wander before I walk into a wall.
I glare at the wall, suddenly angered. I point my finger at it.
"How dare you get in my way?! Fight me!" I yell, attacking the wall. I punch it and kick it until my limbs bleed. I huff, glaring at the wall. "You may have won this time but, I'll get you next time."
I turn around. I stop, three people stand behind me. I blink twice.
"Why are you looking at me funny?" I ask. They stop looking at me. One with a white mask walks up to me.
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Her Story: A Creepypasta X Female! Reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) That was her name. She killed her mother and told a story. She was placed in a mental hospital for her story. They questioned her often to test the truth of her tale, but resulted with the same unbelievable story, over and over again.