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seven | the first encounter

After staying at Ben's house for a little longer, you had decided to get home before it got dark, and you had waved goodbye to the group as you began riding your bike home.

You made it back to the familiar house just before sunset, and you snuck through the front door.

Luckily, your cousins seemed to have better things to do rather than berate you, so you walked into the kitchen in search of something to eat.

You saw a plate of cold food sitting on the counter, and you brought it to the table and began eating it. It was mashed potatoes, chicken and corn.

You were nearly finished it when you heard someone speak behind you, "where have you been?!"

You turned slowly to see your aunty standing there in her nightgown, hair-curlers in and a green face mask painted over her wrinkles.

"I-I'm sorry aunty. I was at a friend's," you said quietly, standing from your chair and looking at her.

"Don't tell me you were running around with those boys again!" She snapped, stepping closer, and you averted your eyes to the floor.

"I was," you said quietly as she scoffed loudly.

"Demon child! You're probably sleeping with each of them!" She stepped even closer and bent down to your height, spit flying into your face as she spoke, "Slut!"

You continued staring at the ground as she picked up the food you were eating and dropped it all in the bin, plate included, as she walked out of the room in a huff.

You closed your eyes before walking back into your room quietly, trying not to disturb anyone else. You were at your breaking point with your aunty. You wanted to be anywhere else but here.

But that was the problem. Your father had a brother that you could live with, but that uncle lived in another country, and if you lived with him you would have to move and you would never get to see any of your friends again. You didn't want to lose any of those said friends, so you stayed. You could put up with this until you were eighteen. Everything would be okay.

You stumbled into your room and closed the door, before standing in front of your full-length mirror, examining yourself. Your dirty h/c hair, scruffy yellow sundress that didn't even fit properly and the bags you had under your eyes from the lack of sleep.

Bill would never like this.

You felt tears prick your eyes as you started trying to rearrange your dress and hair, trying to find a position that made you look pretty. When you couldn't find one, you threw your hands down to your sides roughly, tears flowing down your face.

God, you missed your parents.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to picture yourself in the blackness you saw. You were pretty, right? You could be pretty like Beverly!

You would open your eyes, and everything would be good.

But when you opened your eyes you saw yourself. The sad, lonely little girl that just wanted to be loved. Anger overtook you. Why? Why did everything bad happen to you?!

In a fit of despair, your fist came in contact with the mirror, and it cracked.

You immediately gasped, raising a bloody hand to your mouth as you winced at the sound it made. But, when no one came to yell at you, you started examining your hand, sinking to your knees as you did.

The glass had cut it, and blood was already pouring out of the wound. You bit your lip as you examined it and almost smiled. It felt good letting out some of your anger.

You glanced back up at the mirror, looking at the crack in the center with smaller fractures spreading in opposite directions. You saw yourself, sitting there, hands all bloody and puffy eyes.

But you felt weird.

Suddenly, the room had gotten hot, and you rubbed the sweat off of your forehead with your good hand.

It was getting hotter by the second, what was happening?

You turned around and let out a piercing cry when you saw a fire behind you.

Fire. It was fire. Your room was on FIRE.

You started screaming and sprinting to the door of your bedroom. This brought back such bad thoughts.

You started bashing on the door, turning the handle, but it wouldn't budge. You hadn't locked it, why was it not opening?!

The fire began creeping closer. Your bed and desk were ablaze, and you started screaming louder as it reached your mirror. You were next.

It was smokey and you could barely breathe. You tried sinking to the ground but nothing seemed to be helping... when suddenly, you saw someone.

It was an outline of someone, standing in the fire. They began creeping closer, and when you saw them... you stopped screaming.

"Mom?!" you exclaimed as the figure revealed itself. It was your mother. She was alive. She was here.

"You didn't save me, Y/n!" She hissed at you, and you widen your eyes.

"Mom, no, I-"

"You could have saved me!"

"If you were good enough maybe I would still be alive!"

But suddenly, the figure stepped out of the fire completely. It was your mother, but she had burn marks all over her body, her clothes were black from smoke and she looked like a zombie. You widen your eyes.

"You're not my mom!" You screamed, crawling backwards towards the corner of your room as your 'mother' stepped closer.

"You're right, Y/n," she said evilly, but her voice had gone deeper and she didn't sound like herself.

Suddenly, she started shaking uncontrollably and shapeshifting into something. She started growing taller and her limbs grew longer, until...

WAS THAT A FUCKING CLOWN?

It was.

"Hello Y/n," it said as it smiled at you, waving. You didn't answer just, continued screaming as it started walking towards you.

"STAY BACK- S-STAY BACK!" You screamed in terror as it stopped in front of you. The fire had continued coming closer, and you were almost being burned.

Suddenly it started running towards you, and you screamed bloody murder at the top of your lungs, screwing your eyes shut.

"Y/n!" A voice yelled, and you heard the door fling open. You didn't open your eyes, just stayed there, curled in a ball in the corner.

"Y/n!" you recognized the voice as your aunty. You slowly opened your eyes and... everything was gone. The fire. The clown. It was gone.

"W-what," you whispered, looking around, realizing your aunty was standing right in front of you with her hands on her hips.

"Are you serious?! I was trying to sleep and I hear you screaming at the top of your lungs!" She yelled, and you tried to stand on shaking legs before falling back down.

"B-b-b-but there w-w-was a c-clow-" You couldn't finish your sentence. Your aunty just shook her head at you, before turning and leaving.

"If you start screaming again I won't be so nice next time!" She snapped, before slamming your door shut behind her.

You stayed where you were sitting, curling in on yourself, and starting to cry.