Afraid of the Dark - Laughing Jack

Chapter 5

GUYS I GOT MY PHONE BACK TWERK YASS HI AND MY PC LITTERLY JUST FIXED ITSELF LIKE MINUTES AGO I'M SO HAPPY NOW I CAN WRITE AGAIN
Okay here's the update

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Celestia's POV

I sighed as I walked through the hallway, holding a bag of groceries in my hand. It was almost like I was on autopilot-I just walked, breathed and moved automatically, while the rest of me was dying on the inside, screaming and crying. 

"Cel!" a familiar voice said from behind me, and I turned around to look at him. It was Jeremy, my ex-boyfriend. We were still close friends, though, and he immidiatly knew when something was up. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked concerned, walking away from his dorm, which he had just walked out of. 

"Diana?" I tried, my voice raw and sore after the screaming from earlier. He frowned, looking at me confused. 

"Who?" he asked. He didn't remember Diana?

"You can't die if you never really existed" Laughing Jack's voice repeated in my head. Was this what he did? Just..wash away his victims' life, like it was never there? Like they never existed?

"I...I gotta-I gotta go" I stuttered, my eyes going everywhere but him. I felt my breathing speed up, and the anxiety and fear kick in. Laughing Jack was not human; he was a monster, and he was after me.

"Celestia, calm down" Jeremy's soothing voice said, as he grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. His were a beautiful shade of brown, matching his brown curly hair. "What happened?"

I didn't answer. I just dropped the bag I was carrying, and instead wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, squeezing my eyes shut. He hugged me back, and I immidiatly felt so thankful for still having him in my life.  Besides Diana, I only had a few close friends, Jeremy being one of them. 

"I can't help you if you don't tell me" he mumbled, and I sniffled. 

"You wouldn't understand" I said, and he was about to protest but I just pulled away and held up a hand. "No, I swear, you wouldn't". With a small smile, I picked up the bag and walked back to my dorm.

Maybe I was stupid for not telling him. I know I could've just dropped out the whole "Diana is dead, but there's this magical dude that made it seem like she never existed", and just told him that someone was after me. Someone capable of killing. 

But I didn't tell him, because I didn't want to say it out loud. I didn't want to think about Laughing Jack at all. Heck, he killed my best friend just this morning! 

 "You're gonna be allright" I whispered to myself, mainly because I needed someone to tell me, or else I'd get a panic attack right there and then.

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The faint sound of an out of pitch "Pop goes the weasel" is playing, and I try to block it out as I look around in the room. The walls are white, the floor is white, the ceiling is white; everything is just blinding white. Then I see something stream down from one of the corners in the ceiling; something red.

Blood.

I start screaming, and run around in the small room, but it just feels like the walls are closing in on me and the blood is dripping down on my shoulder. 

"Let me out!" I yell, trying to push back the walls. "Let me out, let me out, let me out!"

I shoot up in my bed, screaming the words on the top of my lungs, untill I realize it was just a nightmare. I feel hot tears stick to my face, along with some sweat, and I put my head in my hands and sigh heavily.

"Diana" I mumble, and close my eyes. Everything would've been so much better if she was here.  But the worst part was that I was all alone in the grief; nobody else remembered Diana. Maybe this was Laughing Jack's torture? He was going to make me go insane after a few lonely weeks, where I couldn't talk to anyone about my problems without sounding crazy? 

I suddenly look up, my body tense and my eyes wide. I could have sworn someone was at the door, looking at me. I pull the covers over me, hiding. 

Yeah, like blankets are going to save me from a serial killer wandering around in my house. No wonder I never got in to the army. My self defense is pretty pathetic.

I hear a few footsteps outside, before they stop and I almost think he's gone away, until I hear it.

"All around the cobbler's bench, the monkey chased the weasel"...

He was here.

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GAWD WHERE DID MY ALMOST EXISTING SKILLS GO i guess one month without writing really killed it :( sorry it's short, and shitty, and kind of just ugh, but I promise the next chapter will be better and JACK'S POV COMING UP YUP YUP 

it's like midnight but i'm updating because i'm a nice girl where's my flowers