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08 | 8 | 2007

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A small child sat up on the top of their bed, they had a pencil and a piece of paper that rested in both of their small hands. They seemed to be examining a small drawing that they drew earlier. The drawing wasn't exactly as good as it was but the child thought it looked at least somewhat a little bit decent to them.

The drawing looked like a bunch of animals that were scribbled poorly onto the paper, some of the drawings were colored while some were not. The whole entire page was filled with small drawings of different species, all together in one small pad paper. 

 A pad paper with multiple eraser marks and small eraser bits to indicate that the child was fixing the small mistakes in the pad paper. And possibly making a few other more spaces to draw in. Most of the species that were drawn there was, foxes, small bunnies, deer's and most importantly.... Small rats or mouse's.

The child seemed to struggle a lot with drawing the fox and deer, unlike the other ones who seemed to have no struggle with drawing. The two species side by side with so many eraser marks and a few writings that were hard to even read. They weren't sure if those were even words that they were writing down on the paper. 

They hesitatingly put the tip of the eraser of their pencil underneath their chin and mumbled a few things underneath their breath. After a while of random incoherent mumbling, they let out a small sigh.

The child briefly glanced at the light that was neatly placed on the middle of the ceiling of their room, and then looked back down at the drawing. They didn't know what else to do other than to sit on their bed and to draw.

It has been a few hours, or perhaps a few minutes? They didn't really know how much time had passed through while they were doodling on top of their bed. But they didn't care much about what the time was, or what the hours were.

I mean, there was not a single clock that remained in the inside of the small room. So they wouldn't know the time, but the child did not know how to tell the time or how to know how many hours passed by them. Afterall, they were only around perhaps in the years of five or six. They weren't in grade school, yet. So they could barely really care less. 

The child in which, had the pencil and paper in both hands, now placed on a small light-brown table that rested beside their bed. They stretched their limbs for a few seconds, shook their head for a very brief moment and turned their head at the side of their room which had a small window placed, along with gray curtains covering right on top of it. The large curtains blocked the inside view of the child's room. 

When the small child would finally become bored of staying in their room, doing nothing, they would sometimes take a small peak outside from the inside of their room. The child would always be greeted with the -so many colors of the sky- that would change overtime. They were very fascinated about how the colors of the sky would change overnight. 

Like for example, it would be so bright, clear and sunny for one moment.. then it could just move onto something a lot more, muted. Or perhaps a lot more cloudy, rainy and dark. They didn't know why but, the sky would always never fail to fascinate the child at all. They were a little eager to know why the sky makes them so interested.. A little..

... 

The child looked away from the gray curtain and slowly walked towards the entrance to their room, hands reaching out for the handle and opening the door.  They slowly opened the door, placing a foot out of the small room and looked around the hallways. 

The hallways were always so... empty. And was always very dim or quiet inside this house that the child lived inside of. Dark gray walls with a pattern of black stripes decorating it  along with a few lights hanging from the ceiling. The walls had a few paintings attached to it and a few small tables on the side. On top of the tables were a few potted flowers. The child didn't know what flowers those were but they thought it looked very pretty and lively, compared to the house in which it looked very.. Dead.

The ceiling lights were somewhat helping the dark hallway and how dark the house looked but at the same time, not exactly. The place would be considered cryptid or slightly creepy towards others, but the child could barely care less about how quiet and dark it was.

Moving on, looking at the hallways a bit more. They closed the door behind them, a small click! Would be heard behind the small child as they closed it. The child's eyes glanced over the dark hallways and calmly walked through it, passing the small tables and soon arrived at the living room of the house.

The living room looked a lot more bright compared to the hallways, it was a bit weird to see such a bright room after going through a freakishly dark hallway.  The living room had a medium sized couch that had the shade of dark blue, it was also placed right in front of a TV. There were also a few bookshelves in the corner of the room and maybe a few pots and plants for decoration.

The room looked nice and tidy, as always. And there was no one in the room, not a single person in the living room at all. The living room was just an empty room filled with nothing but a few items and plants, maybe with a few lights too. The child went to another room. They were checking each room to see if there were any changes or anything they could do inside the house for a moment. Especially since they got quite bored of drawing in the same room again and again. 

So they thought a few changes would be nice in their life. 

After a while of walking, they arrived at their kitchen. A medium sized white table with a small gray mat on top along with, basically anything that could be inside a kitchen. The sink was empty, there was nothing left in the oven, there was nothing in the stove either.. Hm.. The kitchen looked the same. Nothing has changed. Nothing was done.

The child let out a sigh once again, not really feeling like they would walk and check every room inside to see if anything happened. Even though they knew there would be no changes to the house at all. They ended up taking a seat at the kitchen table. Both of their arms placed on top, looking at the room, boredly. They tried to think about what they could do, but nothing came to mind. 

They don't exactly have anyone to play with inside the house, so they would always be so bored inside. The child started to slightly swing their feet underneath the table. 

They would attempt to ask to play with their parents at least a little bit but they would always refuse by telling the child that they were, "busy with things". Sometimes even getting mad or well, more annoyed at them whenever they would ask. The yelling made their chest tighten a bit. It pained them to remember it again.. And because they did not really want to have that happen to them again, they just left them alone for a while.

Even though they really wanted to interact with them, they held themself back from questioning. There are some other times in which they would sometimes try to go outside to play with others but there were no other children to play with at all. There was one in sight. Not even a single person.

It was weird how empty and muted their surroundings were. The child felt alone, isolated even.

They feel their eyes sting a bit. They always felt so lonely and just thinking about how it would be to have at least a few friends inside their life.

Would it be nice? Would it make them happy? Would it help them truly? They questioned themself, leaving more questions but no answers. It doesn't need to be a large group, they just wanted at least a few people. A few people that would at least talk to them and maybe play with them too. 

That was all they wanted. The child thought that, if they can't interact with people then maybe they can create a small friend? Well, they did do that although.. It really doesn't talk to the child that much nor did it really do anything in general. But at least they had a small sense of comfort for now, right? 

And you may be wondering, "who was this friend? " or well " what was this friend? " Well you see, the small friend that they have created was a rock. A random rock that was picked up outside of their house. It had a small smiley face drawn on it, along with a small pink ribbon neatly glued right on top. The child decided to name the rock Xai.

Xai the pet rock.

They would mostly carry the small rock in their hands wherever they would go and just talk with it. The child obviously didn't expect it to talk back of course, it was only a small rock afterall. A small rock that managed to become a sense of comfort to the child somehow.

They weren't sure but it somewhat helped them feel a little bit better being alone and ignored inside the house. The child was pretty much emotionally attached to the rock at that point.

I'm pretty sure that if you take that rock away from them, they might just start crying their eyes out for sure. Most likely worried if the rock got thrown out by their parent's or some sort. Although...their parents probably didn't really notice the pet rock at first or.. They probably didn't care that much about the fact that their child was using a rock as an emotional support pet.

The child thinks that maybe they won't touch the rock.... Maybe.. And...Speaking of the rock.. Where was it again?

The child remembers that they had the rock placed on top of the table that was beside their bed the whole time. The whole time they were drawing. I guess they were too focused on drawing that they forgot that Xai was there, hm? Although, they didn't really need the rock at the moment. So they figured that the rock should stay in their desk for a while if they aren't going to do anything to it. 

 Not now at least.

Their eyes started to sting a little more and their chest hurts again. The child has just realized that they were crying this whole time. Their tears were streaming down their cheeks and they were sniffling a bit. 

They put out a hand to wipe their tears off, they don't think that now is the time to cry. The child sniffles again and rubs their eyes, they attempt to stop themself from thinking about those thoughts again. 

Most likely because they are not in the mood to want to handle a runny nose again. 

Maybe they should try to eat something, the child thinks. They weren't really hungry but they needed something to at least take their mind off to. 

They slowly slid off the chair that they were prevuously sitting on and went to open the fridge. They looked at the inside of the fridge for a moment before just grabbing a small bottle of milk. Right after they grabbed the bottle of milk, they placed it on the kitchen table and went towards the upper shelfs, grabbing a chair and standing on top since they were too short to even open the upper cabinets themself.

Opening the upper cabinet, they reached out for a box of cereal. Were they seriously about to eat a bunch of cereal and milk at 8:02 PM? Why yes of course, why wouldn't they? They then grabbed a small bowl and placed all three items on the table, then realized that they were missing a spoon. So they just went to get that too.

They just put all of that stuff together and just ate the cereal using the spoon, not having any idea on what else they could do for the day.

Perhaps they can draw again? Maybe a few cleaning or organizing? Or should they talk to Xai the rock for hours straight until they were tired? They couldn't choose which options. Shoving the spoon into their mouth, they glanced over the room one more time. Seeing if they just missed anything at all.

With one more shove, the bowl of cereal was finished. The child grabs the bowl and the spoon and settles it down in the sink. They took the bottle of milk and put it back where it was along with the cereal box. 

They went to the sink and washed the plate and the spoon until it was clean, they then proceeded to dry both items and placed it back as if nothing was moved at all. Since they pretty much gave up on doing whatever they were supposed to do they just walked towards their room again, turning the doorknob and going right back inside.

The short pad paper and pencil along with the Xai the rock was still right there, resting on top of the light brown table. Closing the door, they took a few glances at how their room looked.

A neat white bed with dark gray pillows at the left corner of the room with the said table on the side of it, the walls were painted light gray. The whole entire room was almost the color monochrome, if it wasn't for the table and the rock. In which stood out from the whole entire room the most.

They sat down on the side of their bed and laid down, blankly staring at the ceiling. The child blinked a few times before their eyes traveled to the rock, they then found themself reaching for the rock, swiftly taking the rock in both hands before staring right at the drawn face. They -for some reason- have decided to cradle the small rock in their hands. Why were they doing this? 

Nobody knew why.

they sat up for a brief moment before putting the back of their on the pillow, still having the rock on their hands. They let out a tired yawn, hands fiddling with the rock's pink bow.

The fabric was soft and silky to the child, compared to the actual rock which was rough and somewhat sharp. They remember the day when they accidentally got a small cut from the rock when they attempted to pick it up. The child blankly looked at the small cut that was on their finger before just deciding to clean and just place a small bandage on it.
 

Sooner or later the child lets out another tired yawn. They gently put the rock on top of the pad paper and shuffled underneath the soft sheets of the white bed, black dots slowly clouding the view of their eyes as they felt themself drifting to sleep. 

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08 | 9 | 2007

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The faint and muffled sounds of yelling could be heard from the outside of the sleeping child's room.

They opened their mouth letting themself let out a small yawn and a few couple of small unintelligible noises that could be heard from the child that rested underneath the bed sheets. 

They tossed their body to face around the other side of the bed, now facing at the plain wall. They grabbed the sheets and pulled it to the top of their head as an attempt to ignore the large amount of screaming and yelling from the outside. And right before the child would feel themselves drift off away to go back into their peaceful sleep filled with dreams, something unusual and loud was heard from the outside of the Childs room. 

An extremely loud noise of glass shattering mixed with a scream was heard from the outside of their room.

This made the child react very quickly, they felt like every bone and cell in their body was wide awake now. Their eyes go wide bolting up from their bed with their heart pounding from fear.

The child immediately went off their bed stumbling down and ended up face planting onto the floor because on how the white sheets caught their feet on accident. The child however, ignored the pain that was in their face that slowly blossomed on right side of their cheek and recovered fast by bolting towards the door that leaded to the entrance of the room they were inside of.

The child's hands reaching to the door handle and putting the lock on as fast as they could.

After they did that, their legs wobblily stumbled backwards away from the door. They went to the left side of their room. They were now really far away from the door's entrance and is now beside the grey curtain. 

They could fear the faint cries and yelling continuing further. Sooner or later, they could hear it get more intense than how it was when they woke up.

Just why would they have to wake up like this?! Getting woken up in the worst way possible ever.. Getting awoken up from such a peaceful dream, only to get greeted awake with the most terrible nightmare? A terrible nightmare they can't wake up from? 

The child knew what was going on outside their room, they knew what the glass shattering noise was. And they for sure knew who keeps on screaming for help inside their house. 

The child can feel their heart pound loudly from their chest, a faint ringing in their eyes as their eyes started to sting and get blurry. They can feel a bit of pain in their face from faceplanting onto the ground when trying to get up from their bed too! 

They put a hand on their chest, feeling their own heartbeat rapidly beat from the outside. 

As much as they knew how much they wanted to get away from the screaming and crying they couldn't exactly go anywhere at all. 

Looking around their room, they tried to search for things to block their ears with. Their eyes soon landed onto the bed, oh right. Their pillows. 

Although they couldn't block all the noise that much but it sure would help a bit more, they ran to the bed just to snatch both of the dark colored pillows from the bed and went to the left side of the room again, but backing themselves onto a corner falling onto their knees and placing both of the pillows on the side of their ears. 

The pillows for sure did not block all the sounds but it actually helped them a LITTLE. 

Now that they had the noise helped out a bit, they needed a distraction. Perhaps they can use Xai the rock again? Although what was a rock going to do in this situation? It can't do anything at all after all. So maybe its not that much to use in this situation right now.. 

The child didn't know what to do. What were they supposed to do in this situation? They had no ideas at all

If they were to help the person screaming outside, the other person outside could hurt them and overpower them so easily resulting in -getting severely hurt and ending up inside of a hospital like last time and they didn't even face consequence's. Nobody knew. Nobody knew because they fucking lied!? They lied they lied they lied. Those monsters hurt me they hurt me! they huRTED ME THEY FUCKING HURTED ME- them immediately losing.

While they were attempting to think about things, they felt hot tears streaming down their cheeks. 

The child was crying again.

They let go one of the pillows and put their head on the wall, making one of the pillows squish their other ear a bit and letting the other pillow fall on the ground. Reaching out a hand, they wiped their tears that streamed down from their face. Small crying noises would be heard from the child, a small hiccup shortly following as they continued to wipe their tears away. They wanted to stop crying in this situation. 

Crying won't do anything to help in this situation after all. 

They told themselves to stop crying while wiping their tears using their small hands, however this made an opposite effect on themselves. More tears would fall down their face as their heartbeat pounded from their chest, they can feel their heart hurt. 

The child was mumbling and telling themselves to stop crying. But it wouldn't stop at all. It just couldn't stop. It made them furious on how much they just wouldn't stop crying. Why can't they stop? This was so terrible and horrifying.

A small hiccup erupted from their throat, although it sounded more like an incredibly small squeak from the child. 

Another glass shattering noise was heard from the outside, along with the same exact scream that they heard when they woke up shortly right after. 

They soon found themselves in complete silence, the yelling was no longer there. The previous sounds crying and yelling has gone silent. There was no other noise the child could hear other than the sound of their heart pounding and the way they were crying to themselves. 

After the silence settled in, the child questioned themselves, 

" Why did it go silent? "

Their eyebrows furrow slightly. Their expression turning into confusion before slowly dissolving into a more horrified expression. And suddenly, reality hit them hard. Awareness setting into their brain as they thought about one answer to their question. 

"There's no way... " the child would think to themselves, completely scarred with the idea of what they though what happened. They squeezed themselves back into the corner more just until they just couldn't back out anymore. 

"There's no way, right?"

"Why did it go so silent?"

"Where did the screams of taunting go?"

"Where did the furious yelling go? "

the child refused to believe it. They absolutely do not want to believe anything that their brain was telling them. 

They don't want to think about that. 

They don't want to. The child hated on how the idea on their head was so right and so aware about what happened. But they don't want to believe it. They don't want to. They were in complete denial, they refused to believe.

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And then out of the blue, the sound of loud footsteps snapped them out of their panicked state. The sound of angered footsteps were rapidly approaching their room.

This made the child clasp both their hands into their mouth, attempting to muffle their cries and panicked noises. The moment the sounds of footsteps were right outside their door the child made themselves as quiet as possible. 

Fortunately for the child, the footsteps sounds were very brief and went away right after it was right in front of the door. And the child was once again greeted by pure silence all over again.

The child froze in place, not wanting to move anywhere anymore. The child did not DARE to move, well not before a few couple of minutes passed by. 

Now that everything has gone quiet, what would they do now? Going outside and checking about what was on the outside would only be a death wish to them. And an incredibly terrible choice to do, really. Why would you even try to think or dare to go outside your own room after all of THAT happening? 

Maybe they should stop themselves from crying and try to calm themselves down...? Yeah.. They can do that. And maybe they can fix their bed and room while doing so.. 

letting out another sniffle wiping their tears away, they attempted to stand up from the floor, their legs continuesly shaking as they picked up both of the pillows that were previously sitting on the ground.

The child blinked once, then twice before they dusted off both their pillows and placed it back on top of the bed. They grabbed the white sheets of the bed that was on the floor doing the same thing that they did to the pillows and putted it back on place. 

Luckily for them, the bed was the only thing that was quite messy especially since they -the said child- would always try to keep their room as tidy as they could so they won't be having to clean it tomorrow. 

Their eyes glanced at the closet that rested in the middle of their room, maybe there's tissues stored inside of the inside of it? They walked to the closet, swiftly opening the closet door with their small hands, looking around before spotting a pack of tissues in the side of the inside. 

As they went to reach out to grab the small pack of tissues, they noticed a small mirror and saw a somewhat tiny bruise forming at their right cheek. They weren't that surprised that there was a bruise at the right side of their cheek. 

They sighed, turning their head away from the mirror so they took the pack of tissues. And also grabbed a small pink and blue colored container that had bandages stored inside. 

The child closed the closet door, the child sat down on their bed and settled the tissues beside themselves. Reaching out a hand to their face, they touched the bruise that was on their cheek and luckily it did not hurt that much. 

They opened the container and grabbed a bandage and simply slapped it on the small bruise and called it a day. 

Taking one tissue, they blew out their nose. They attempted to take a few small deep breaths but their own breathing stuttered a lot when they inhaled. They did this a few times before their breathing was actually fine and more steady along with the beating of their heartbeat. 

Used tissues were on the floor scattered everywhere. The child stepped out of their bed, picked up the scattered tissues and placed it all inside a small trashcan that was placed somewhere in their room. 

They then took both the items in both hands and placed it back inside their closet. After putting back inside they closed the closet door and stepped away from the closet and now stands in the middle of their room. 

The child let out a long sigh, both hands on their hips. They stood like that for a few seconds thinking about what to do now. They just woke up minutes ago so they thought it would be weird to just go back to sleep. 

The child thought that they might need to eat, but they didn't felt like it right now.. They did not feel like going outside at the moment. 

Their head turned to the pad paper and pencil that rested on the table. Maybe they can draw again for now...

Sitting back down on the bed once again, they took both items from the table and sat on top of the bed with their legs crossed together. They soon found themselves sketching out weird characters that had no exact name at the moment.

The designs were messy and weird, but who cares? The six year old did not give that much of a fuck at the moment. They kept on sketching and doodling anything that they would manage to draw. A few houses, characters, flowers, etc. Was drawn in the pad paper, almost filling every single blank space with all of those listed. 

Scribbling noises was heard from the child, it was only a few moments before all the sounds of scribbling and writing came into a halt. 

The child took a moment to look again at the drawings scattered onto the previously empty pad paper. Narrowing their eyes, scanning onto the paper. The more they looked and examined the drawings the more errors were spotted onto the drawings. 

They let out a tired and exhausted sigh as they lazily flipped the page over to the back, the drawings were no longer present at the front page of the said paper. 

As always, they put it back on where they would usually put it on and fell backwards on their bed. They blankly stared at the plain ceiling with no thoughts present inside their mind.

The child closed their eyes but they weren't asleep. Theywere simply resting their eyes y'know? Nothing much to exactly say in here. 

A few more minutes passed and the child was still laying down on the bed, eyes closed. Well that was until the child opened their eyes and sat up from the bed a slight frown on their face. 

Is it safe to go out yet? They didn't know. 

A shower would be nice, they mumbled out to exactly no one. 

Their head turns to the door, which was still had the lock on. They fluttered their eyes at the door before turning to the closet.

They furrowed their eyebrows, they seemed to be debating themself about something.... I wonder what it is? Our minds would wander about the worst possible outcomes. 

The child stood away from the bed walking away from the bed and going towards the closet, they opened the closet wide open. The child squinted their eyes for a moment before going back to what it was and their arm reaches in the inside of the closet, grabbing something.... Small. 

As they grabbed their arm back and closed the closet doors, they took a brief glance at the small folding knife. Its colors were bright and very pastel like, it had a pattern of something they didn't really recognize what it symbolizes. 

They unfolded the knife, revealing the sharp and somewhat shiny..? Or was that just because the knife was reflecting from the ceiling light?

They folded the knife and put it inside one of their pockets. They hesitatingly reached out for the door and unlocked it. The child swallowed the small lump that was on their throat and took a deep breath. 

Click! 

The door was opened. They swiftly opened it open wide looking everywhere the hallways, but too bad for them the hallways were freakishly dark as hell. The ceiling lights were barely helping. 

Those ceiling lights REALLY need to be replaced or fixed. Cause they are pretty useless at this point. Why would you even add ceiling lights if they don't work properly? What is even the point of that? 

They closed the door behind them and walked through the hallway, heading towards the living room their other hand near the pocket in which had the small knife they kept in. 

As they crept towards the living room, going towards the light of the said room. They noticed something on the ground. The floor sort of looked like it was sparkling or something... The child could not describe what it was. 

As soon as they were finally in the living room, they noticed that it was pieces of shattered glass splattered across the floor. But what really caught their attention when they got in the living room

was the amount of blood splatters on the ground that stained the floor and the carpet. Their eyes widen at the sight of the shattered glass and splattered blood on the ground, seeming to have more context at what happened earlier. 

They could technically hear their heart pick up a pace so they immiediately shook their head and took a few steps backwards. They can feel a few tears slip out their eyes once again, they took a deep breath and wiped their tears in a hurry and took their eyes off the ground and rushed to the bathroom. 

They attempted to avoid the pieces of glass on the floor by climbing on top of some of the furniture. 

Keyword = attempt. 

The moment they took a step off the couch feet landing on the floor, something sharp pierced their skin. They recoiled back onto the couch and looked at their foot. 

Oh great... Just great.. 

Somehow, the child just did not notice the sharp glass beside the couch because they thought that there was any more in the other side of the room. Sigh... 

So now their foot is slightly bleeding with a piece of glass pierced in. The child knows that the glass wasn't that deep in, so they reached out a hand to pluck it out. 

They were being careful as they could, sucessfully pulling the shard off their foot casuing them to wince in pain and throwing it away. They already dealt with the bruise on their face now this? What else is going to happen to them after this? 

The child looked at the floor, seeing if theres any more glass and went to the bathroom which was not very far away from the living room. 

They went inside the bathroom and looked inside some cabinets, grabbing a smalk white piece of cloth and a small bandage. 

The child rinsed the small cloth in the faucet and wiped their bleeding foot with it, they did a few other things to kind og disinfect the small cut and slapped a bandage on it. 

They let out a tired sigh and looked at their reflection in the mirror, looking at their reflection and blinked a few times. 

The bandage that was on the side of their face, their messy, short, dark colored hair, the crumpled clothes they wore since yesterday.. And their droopy eyes that seemed to look back at themself. 

The child looked like they were not sleeping that much, in which was completely true. They sometimes would struggle to sleep for hours and hours, and some days they would just blank out immiediately when they go on their bed. There was no inbetween between those. 

They knew that it was really unhealthy and bad for them to have such a terrible sleep schedule. But they couldn't really do anything about it. Even though they really do. 

Looking away from the mirror, they washed the cloth and kept the other things they used back into their place, now leaving the bathroom and slowly headed towards the living room.

They grabbed a broom and a dustpan nearby and began to gather all the small shards of glass on the ground. They are surely gonna need to clean the blood that was on the floor later.. Along with the broom and the carpet.

After they gathered all the shattered glass in the dustpan, they went to a trash can and put the shards inside it. They placed the dustpan somewhere else in the room and went back to the bathroom, grabbing the same cloth that they used earlier.

They then placed the broom inside the bathroom letting the item falling on the tiles with a low thud. 

They grabbed some disinfectant and poured it on the cloth then going back to the previous place. 

They winced slightly at the sight of the blood on the floor before shaking their head and wiping the blood away from the ground. They struggled to do this for a while before managing to get the blood off the floor. thats nice.. 

Andd... They almost forgot about the bloodstained carpet...

They tossed the cloth to the bathroom and folded the carpet in two and carrying it inside along with the other items in there. 

They were really going to do this huh? What a pain.. 

They put the carpet on the bath tub, filling it with water. Whilethe bath tub was being filled, they turned their head to the bloody cloth and washed it on the sink. They weren't about to wash it that much since they are going to have to use that to the broom. 

The tips of the broom was a bit bloody afer all. 

As soon as the bathtub was halfway filled with water they turned the faucet of and poured some bleach and maybe a bit of powder soap in there. They are going to need to let that soak for a while. 

The child took the cloth one more time and cleaned the tips of the broom, making sure there were no more blood stains in there. Not leaving a single spot behind.

That took a few couple of minutes but they did not mind one bit. 

After the broom was cleaned they went out the bathroom and placed it back. The living room looks clean, except for the fact that there a bit of stain on where the carpet was previously placed ontop on. 

They clicked their tongue in annoyance, letting out a groan as they went to grab the SAME FUCKING CLOTH AND DOING THE SAME THING THEY DID TO THE FLOOR.

After a while they went back, took a look at the carpet that was in the bath tub and went to turn on the faucet and grab a small brush. They scrubbed the carpet as much as they could while putting it directly below the running water of the faucet, watching as the blood went down the drain of the said tub.

And finally, there was no more stained red things. The carpet is cleaned (and replaced with an extra one that was kept inside one of the cabinets on the living room), the floor was also clean along with the broom and the said random piece of cloth that was used so many times.

They let out a sigh of relief knowing that they don't really need to clean any stained items anymore. The child stretches their limbs along with popping their knuckles.

They then soon realized that they also needed to take a bath too. Oh well, it's better to just do this now and get over it I suppose? 

They walked back to their room, going inside and reaching for their closet to grab a few clothes to change into along with the child's towel. Walking back into the bathroom, they hopped on the shower, cleaned themselves and just changed into more comfortable clothes. 

The child looks back at themselves at the mirror once again and they look a tad bit more better. Their hair was still a bit messy since they pretty much just hopped back from the shower and all that stuff. 

They were wearing a lot more comfortable clothes which was just a light yellow sweater with some dark grey shorts. Their face.. Remains the same.

They grabbed their towel which was hanging on the side and dried their hair a little more making it look fuzzy. Theirhands went to a small cabinet from above and grabbed a hair brush, to brush their hair obviously. 

The hair brush got into some knots and fuzzy hair which hurt them, making them wince in pain. They brushed their hair until all knots were just technically gone and before they would placed it back on where it was. They took out some of the hair that was attached on the brush and tossed it on the trash. 

Alright.. They did it. They cleaned themselves for once and now what? Should they eat? But they don't really feel hungry in this moment. Even though they literally thought that they might needed to eat earlier... 

Y'know what? Maybe they should go back to sleep.. Yeah.. Lets just go back to sleep.. 

They grabbed the foldable knife which laid on the sink and put it back on their pocket, going back to their room one last time and placing the knife back in the closet. 

They felt really tired. 

A yawn escapes their mouth as the child goes back in bed, snuggling the blankets for warmth and slowly dozing off away to sleep, just like last time.

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Not a chapter but just a small reminder that I'm still alive AHAHHAHA-

Anyway- you click away now Ig sorry bout that lol

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08 | 10 | 2007

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As the child drifted asleep on their somewhat peaceful slumber, they felt like something felt incredibly wrong. The soft bed sheets that they wrapped themself in felt like they weren't even there. 

And instead of the usual soft texture of the bed they slept in, they felt something else… They couldn't pin on what exactly it felt like.

And with their eyebrows furrowed, they opened their eyes. Their eyes widened at the sight, immediately wincing at the light the moment they jerked upward to a sitting position.

They weren't even in their room anymore. They were instead greeted with an oddly colorful flat field of grass. The sun shines throughout the entire area, making almost every dark shade gone. Almost.

They relaxed their tense sitting position and slowly got the strength to get up from the ground, emitting small sounds of grass rustling.

Reaching out both hands to rub on their face, they realize that there was something on their face. Instead of being greeted with the texture of skin with bandages, they were greeted with a porcelain mask over their face.

How did they not notice that being there before?

They attempted to pull the mask off of their face, despite putting all their strength into pulling the porcelain mask off of their face. However, they only failed miserably.

With acceptance being embraced that they cannot remove the mask no matter how much they wanted it off, they let it stay there. It won't hurt to let a small mask covering their face, would it not?

Welp, with the mask being found out about, they just need to know how they got in here. They let out an exhausted sigh before an idea got in their head, making them perk up for a brief moment.

Is this a dream?

Because, if this was indeed a dream then this would make sense. Really it would make so much sense then.

They looked around their area, eyes glancing over anything they can see in the plain green-ish area. A few trees and bushes along with a couple of small animals roaming around... there's a small group of other small children on that side… even more grass… and a stupidly bright sun that makes my eyes burn….

Wait what. Wait, a group of small children?

The child realizes that the said group of children were approaching them, this made them jump in surprise and fear, stumbling away from the group before they were a few meters away from the child.

The group of children were a group of four people. Some were taller than them, and some were just as tall as them. 

One of them seemed to have spoken to the child directly, "Hey, are you alright?" They spoke in a calm tone, crouching down to their height.

The person had a leather coat and a pair of dark blue ripped jeans on them, the color of the person's hair was dyed purple at the tips of their hair. They also had a weird shade of brown eyes.

The child realizes that they were staring blankly into the person, they weakly nodded, taking a few more steps away from the person.

"Where are your parents?" The person asked again, concern and pure worry was only written all over their face. The child blinks their eyes a few times before opening their mouth to speak up, unfortunately for the child, they could not speak.

The child opened their mouth to speak again only to give up and give the person a small shrug, this was going to be hard to communicate to.

The response made the other children that they forgot were even there look at each other in worry.

"Hey, how about you stay with us while we try to find your parents?" The person who was crouching said, standing up and sending a small smile towards the child. That was supposed to make the child at least a bit more comfortable but reacted the opposite, this made the child uneasy and took even more steps away from the person.

They were now around ten feet away from the person, eyes narrowing with suspicion. This made the person understand what they just said, immediately correcting themself, "Wait no- I didn't mean it that way! I mean that if you could just sit here while we try to find your parents."

This made them even more uneasy but preferred to not say anything about it, whatever.. This whole thing was a stupid little dream anyway.

The child and the other said children that were behind the tall person just formed a small circle on the ground, talking about whatever topic they could muster out of their minds.

The wind softly brushed their skin, the porcelain mask still attached to their face firmly.

Laughter and joy was radiating off these other people, unlike the child who was sitting down-legs crossed- on the ground not feeling anything.

There was more laughing and giggling, and then. It stopped.

Everything looked like the world just paused, like when you are watching TV and you pause the show. It felt exactly like that.

There was silence.

But then they realize, they listen to what the area sounds were making.

Static filled their ears, making the child wince in pain. Their eyes were blurry. The child's head felt so full of static and loud noises all of the sudden. It felt so painful.

The sounds of the other children's laughter sounded like they were glitching, very, very terribly. Despite the fact that the world looked like it was paused, the noises of laughter of multiple people continued like normal.

Well, not exactly normal since the amount of static and noise that was in their head made their ears bleed out.

Everything felt like too much for them.

And then. It came into another halt.

All of the sudden- they were standing In front of an incredibly dark alleyway, light emitting from the end of the alleyway.

Goosebumps were all over the soft skin of the skin of the child's arms making them shiver with fear. Everything in their body yelled flight the more they stared into the dark alleyway.

What was going on?

They realized their entire body was shaking with fear, tears streaming down their own face, their eyes slightly getting blurry.

They reached a hand to wipe their tears only to be met with… the porcelain mask being half cracked .

The mask was cracked. An extremely large crack was on the mask, making a line in the middle. They don't know how the mask somehow managed to be intact but they didn't care much about that right now.

Their eyes turned back to the alleyway, only to realize the light on the end was no longer there. Only to be left with an inky black alleyway.

They moved their body to take a step but jolted back when the static and noise returned. But this time, there was a voice talking directly to the child.

DONT DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DONT 

DONT 

DONT 

DONT DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DONT DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DONT DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DONT 

DONT 

DONT 

DONT DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DONT 

DONT 

DONT 

DON'T DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DONT DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DONT 

DONT 

DONT 

DONT DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DONT 

DONT 

DONT 

DON'T DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DONT DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DONT 

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DONT 

DON'T DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DONT DO IT 

DON'T TAKE A STEP

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE.

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE. 

DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER MOVE .

The sounds of a voice similar to theirs was all over their mind, although the voice sounded a lot more hoarse and weird.. It's like trying to talk while being sick.

A trail of static whispers filled their mind, overwhelming them easily into stepping away in panic. This made the voice quiet down but it didn't stop the large amount of whispers that they told the child.

The voice told them to not make another move, or to even take a single step forward into the alleyway. And thankfully they listened to the voice, not wanting to be roped into some incredibly messy mess.

Sweat ran down their neck, they turned around from the alleyway, no longer facing it and began to walk away.

If this voice didn't want them to go there then might as well go somewhere else other than that place then. It was quite simple, was it not?

They went a few meters away from the alleyway, only to freeze when something was thrown right at them.

A bunch of knives were thrown at the back of their own fragile body, making them yelp and cry out in pain. The knives were sticking out in their body, the sight and the smell of the metallic taste of blood made them incredibly sick from seeing it.

This felt too real to be a dream. 

The child fell onto the ground, face first making them cry out even more in pain. Falling onto the ground, the knives making contact within the concrete floor made the knives twist in their body, causing pain to bloom in their chest even further.

They screamed and yelled in fear. The child's eyes were blown wide, tears quickly streaming down in their face even more.

The child's hands went to hold their chest in pain, sobbing. The child's body somewhat curls into a ball, watching more blood seep out their opened wounds.

Blood trickled down their body and onto the concrete floor, staining the gray tiles a dark red. They soon heard the sounds of footsteps coming closer to their curled up body.

The sound made them weakly turn their head towards the source of the noise, only to find a pair of bright green eyes staring intently into their bloodied figure.

The person was holding a knife, emerging from the dark alleyway, walking inhumanly fast to their body.

The child's eyes widened more, their body tensing up and whimpering in fear and pure panic.

The moment that the person was right above their bloodied figure, they slowly went onto one knee, crouching down.

They grinned at the child ear to ear as they held eye contact with each other. Bright green eyes stare into the small amber ones, not blinking once.The tension was so incredibly thick you couldn't even cut it off with a knife.

The child now desperately wants this dream to end. Right now.

A hand goes into one of the knives stuck out of their body, pulling it out harshly. Making the child flinch back from the person.

The person traces the knife with a finger, holding it in their hands. Eyes never leaving the child.

The person grins even more, raising the knife right at their head. The child couldn't move, they felt like they were paralyzed from this.

As the person laughs, the sound bouncing off the monochrome walls as they harshly thrust the knife into the child's brain.

Blood was scattered everywhere.

The child couldn't see anything.

They couldn't feel anything.

Jolting up from the soft sheets of the bed, they looked around their own room, eyes wide, breathing heavily.

They couldn't remember what happened.

What the hell was even that dream..?

The child shook their head, ignoring the fact that their own heartbeat was beating out of their own chest. The child shakingly stood up from the bedsheets, walking towards the window of their room.

They took a peek outside their room and saw the sun going up and the dark going away as the sun moved above the place.

Oh… they woke up early..

With a deep breath, they moved away from the curtains, leaning onto the wall.

They're gonna need to have a snack after this..

As they went outside their room through the door, they went into the kitchen. The room was just as it was.

Well- that is before they realized a plate with waffles and a note underneath. There was a plate of waffles on the kitchen table. Oh. Cool.

They walked over and flipped the note only to reveal that it was a drawing of their father going to a building with an arrow labeled "work".

How nice that their father even bothered to cook them waffles before going to work. But it was nice to have anyway.

They put the note on the table letting it rest there as they went to the sink to wash their hands and grab a fork.

The child stabs the fork into the waffle, bringing on their mouth and eating it. And as soon as they finished eating their own food they grabbed the plate and the fork and brought it to the sink, washing it and putting it back onto their original places.

They then went back into the living room, plopping their body down onto the couch. They just laid down on the couch, back resting on one of the arm sides of it.

That dream… What the hell was that?

The child thought about the dream they currently had today. Their memory was now incredibly blurry about how they experienced that nightmare.

They can remember a group of people talking to them, the mask…. And….

….

What else was there..?

The child knows that there was more than the green field that they dreamt of earlier. But good lord, god forbid if they even try to remember what just happened in there.

All they could remember was the large amount of static and noise, and after that. There was nothing they could remember.

Everything was a blur in their mind. They wanted to try and recall what just happened there but their brain wouldn't let them.

Attempting to recall what happened in that odd dream made the child's head hurt. Making them have a mild headache.

This made the child decide to brush this off for a while, since they didn't want to get an entire headache the moment they wake up. Cause that would be incredibly awful to have.

Sigh… I guess they should get moving onto their day now instead of sitting on the couch like this, doing absolutely nothing but to think about an entire dream you can't even remember about….

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