Always Watching (Creepypasta BxB)

Walking Into Hells Door. I mean School

November, 18th. 5:10am
Well, nothing special is going on today, like everyday. I cant help but fel a bit sad for the teachers, teaching and reteaching stuff that we should of learned in the 8th grade. If i wanted to, i could stay home, and still score higher than my classmates on tomorrows test. But then what woud I do? Just lay in bed and let my mind wonder about strange things until I eventually freak myself out?

I guess i need to go, or eles boredom will eat me alive

-Chanson

Once my black pen was done carassing the paper with its last word, I closed the hanrdcovered book and sighed. placing the pen beside, I let my eyes trail over the window. beautiful frost patterns lined the panes in the early morning air. It semed as if Mr.Jack Frost payed me a visit last night. I stood up from my desk to have a closer look outside, if it snowed id have to take the forest route to school or eles Ill slide down the hill the my bike.

Lookng outside, I see a white blanket on the once green grass, it wasnt much, some green holes in the blanket but just enough to where I need to go through the forest. I sigh and lean against the wall beside the window. Its not that i dont like the forest, if anything I love it. But I keep having the unnearving feeling that I was being followed every time I go in there. Jackie says I'm 'paranoid,'but still.

Ignoring the pain in my chest, I started to change into my school uniform. The uniform consisted of brown khaki pants and a blue vest over my white buttoned up shirt. They dont allow combact boots in the school, but since I havent caused any trouble and have passed all of my tests, I am allowed. I honestly think I could come in wearing jeans and a shirt that says 'fuck off' and no one could care. Some of my classmates call it bias but I earned the resect I get there so they can go piss in there own cherios.

"Chanson! Chanson!" yelled a small voice outside my door. I'd recognize that cute little voice any where. My booted feet carried me over to the white painted door and I opened it to be tackled by a young boy. My body layed on the ground with the 120 pound boy on me, laughing his ass off at how easy it was to knock me down. I gave off a small chuckle as I pushed him off of me and began to sit up on the floor. "Morning little man." I said ruffling his hair. I raised an eyebrow seing that he was still in his night wear, which was only a gray tshirt and some dumb soft pants that he always wore. I sometimes think they have grown attached to him. "I feel sick." he asked with a pout. I smirk softly as I put a hand to his forehead to feel nothing out of the ordinary. "Mhm and whats the real reason?" I asked with a motherly tone. He shrugged lightly, "Do I really need a reason to not want to go to that hell hole?" he asked with a look in his brown eye, which was one of the features we shared from our late father. "Good point." I reply standing up and helping him from the dirty floor.

I picked up the eleven year old boy and placed him on my bed. He always had troubled getting in my bed, but whenever I was gone, he just likes to stay in my room, usually just watches television or sleep until I get back. I've never understood why he is so fond of me. I mean, I'm not that intresting. I dont like sports, and I'm not sociable...at all. So how could a small boy, who is the compete opposite of me, could find me even remotely intresting is beyond me.

I looked into his eyes and layed out the usual rules for him staying home, or me just not being in the house. "Whats rule one?" I asked tucking him into my bed.

"Stay in the room." he said annoyed.

"Rule two?"

"Only go out of the room for food and stuff."

"And?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No eating in the bed."

"And if mom comes out of her room?"

"Im not here." he said with a proud smile. I love how well I trained my brother, he could be a good soldier one day, just like dad.

I kissed his forhead and gave him the key to lock the door. I didnt trust our mother. Its not that she wa a horrible parent, actually we rarely saw her. But she is crazy. Not like the crazy every kid has, I mean, mental hospital crazy. She keeps sayng that the 'faceless man' will take me away, just like how they took dad. I would put her away instead of two reasons:

1, I cant risk being taken away from Jackie, we are all eachother has anymore.

Im not old enough to take care of him by myself, and all of our other family either has to many kids or refuse to have any.

2. I cant bring myself to have them take her away. No matter how scary and crazy she can be, she still is my mother.

I waved goodbye to Jackie and hid my body against the black hoodie as the britter cold winds brushed againt my cheek. I looked at my phone for the time and groaned lightly.

Thanks to Jackie Im now 10 minutes late. Well since im alrady late, no need to rush.

I liked the forest when I was younger. My father and I would always go camping, and when mom was stable she would come too. Ofcorse, that was before Jackie was born and dad died. I had some good memories in this area. Well that is all in the past, all the forest can offer me now is fear and paranoia.

The woods was still and quiet. I undertand that al the animals were sleeping, but it was just to abanoned to be real, it was as if no one had ever come. Even with the abandoned look, it still felt like I was being watched from afar. I looked back to se nothing and no one, but my mind told me othewise. My legs picked up speed and put in my earbuds to block out the errie silenc, which didnt help at all. Only mad it worse when my sweet slow muic was changed with painful and earpiercing static. I took out my earbuds quickly with regret of putting it on. God my moms craziness is rubbing off on me.

Even with that thought, I cautiously lookd back. I could swear I saw something but I'm not sure on what.

Yep. Its definetly nothing.