The Carnival (A CREEPYPASTA FAN FICTION)

Chapter 15

     My eyes fluttered open reviling the blood splatter ceiling. Where am I? I begin to panick, Where. Am. I? I could feel the bile rise in my throat, and the tears in my eyes. WHERE AM I? I wanted to scream, but I thought if I did would it alert someone?  I couldn't remember if I was here against my will or not. I glanced over the room, then my body. Then I noticed something, it was a bandage on my arm. I lifted  up the sleeve, the bandage was all the way up my arm. Then it clicked, they killed my family, they removed me from my home, they promised to kill me if I didn't do what they say, they tried to rape me, and they hated me. How did I get here though, the last thing I remember was walking away from the dinner table.

     Slowly I got up, trying to ignore the violent shaking of my body. There was a dresser and closest in the room but I hadn't opened either of them, because no one had come to bother me yet so I decided to explore the room. I hobbled over to the closest first. Excited but also worried for what I might find, especially considering the condition I found my room in. When I had 'redone' my room I had forgot a lot of things, I think I was just trying to feel like myself, I just wanted to feel normal. A sour laugh escaped my lips, I will never feel normal again. I closed my eyes and slipped my hand in to the handles, oh so very slowly I opened the door. I opened my eyes just as a wave of dust hit my face, coughing I spit out as much dust as I could. I rubbed my eyes, waiting to the temporary blindness to go away. I blinked a couple times and I stared into the closet. I was a tunnel.

     I decided to follow it where ever it went, but before I could take a step in there was a knock at the door. Not loud enough to warrant a response from a normal person but I slammed the door as hard as I could and almost lept out of my skin. Damien wanted to go out for tea or make me try in a dress. As quickly as I could I went to get the door, but then I paused. This wasn't home, I can't just open the door all willy nilly now could I.

     "Who is it?" I asked through the door. I waited for a couple minutes, but there was no response. I was about to go back to the closet, but there was a knock again. This time I really didn't want to open it because they didn't reply to me so I said,

     "Whose there?" Again I waited and agin no reply. I waited even longer, hoping who ever it was had went away, but again the door was knocked on. By this time I was frustrated, so I yelled as loud as I could,
   
    "I your not gonna fucking tell me who you are then I'm not opening the door!!!" I waited, but then I spotted something, a small cylindrical tube sliding underneath my door. I realized what it was to late. I sucked in one last breath before I tried to run to the window. The room felt ten times larger, my steps became slower, and I began to stumble. I reached my hand out, but I was still to far. I fell to my knees, I could no longer hold my breath. I tear ran down my cheek. In my last desperate movement, I turned to the door to see who or what was coming in. The door creaked open, and I let out a gasp. Then it all went dark.