Um… hi. Lace the Humorous again. If you want an explanation to why it's not Laney here, then read the bottom of my/Laney's profile or the first chapter in Life of Tuesday, my first story.
Anyway, you're probably here because you love Creepypastas, but if you have no idea what they are, then even better! I can catch you blind.
And I'm so not explaining it. I like surprising my audience.
And do not go look it up. I want to twist this story so many ways that you'd only figure out if you're a diehard Creepypasta fan.
And so, this story begins.
Brianna Catrine ran into her room, choking her tears back as long as she could. Fresh bruises and cuts decorated her skin. She shut her door and locked it, ignoring her parents' cries and begs for her to tell them what happened.
She didn't even want to think about what had happened.
A series of sobs escaped her and she collapsed on her bed, hugging her knees and burying her face into the blankets.
Her tears soon subsided, and she sat up, shaking violently. The recent memory reminded her of it's existence, but she continued to push it down.
Yells of anger and misunderstanding emitted outside her door, and she knew it was her parents fighting again.
She stood, pressing her ear against the door. She was able to pick a few jumbled pieces of the conversation.
"We shouldn't have ever put her in that school! We knew it was too rough for her!"
"It was your idea to start with!"
"It's your fault she won't tell us what's going on! She's scared you'll judge her just like everyone else!"
"If you'd just listen to her for five minutes and not talk about you, you'd actually know what your daughter is like!"
"We should've never even decided to have a kid to began with!"
Brianna's eyes stung. Her mother's harsh words brought the sobs back to her body. She needed to get out. She needed to get some fresh air to settle her thoughts.
She swiftly walked over and unlocked her window, climbing out and shutting it back.
She glanced around. Where to first?
The local park, she quickly decided. They have the best flowers. A smile crept across her face as she remembered the vibrant carnations, graceful roses, and beautiful tulips.
She began off in the direction of the park, gazing at her neighbor's houses. Some still had their lights on and some were already in bed. It was pretty late. Around seven or eight o'clock. The sidewalk was only lit by the few streetlights and the amazingly bright moon.
A cold breeze blew against Brianna, and she hugged her arms, realizing she'd left her jacket at home.
Oh well, she shrugged. I don't need it.
She looked up, seeing the park in the close distance. A familiar comfort immediately embraced her, and she felt her sadness flee.
Her white slip-ons sunk into the soft grass and the mixed smells of multiple plants tickled her nose. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the easiness of the night.
She glanced towards the middle of the park, the signature statue standing tall. She trekked towards it, finding they had added some unfamiliar plants around it.
"Wow," Brianna breathed. The beauty of the flowers was just amazing. She reached for her jacket pocket, trying to retrieve her phone to take a picture. But she remembered she had no jacket, and along with that, no phone.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to go back and grab the items.
But it was already too late.
A cloth clamped over her mouth tightly. Brianna began to kick and flail, but to no avail. A strong scent filled her nose, and she became more and more exhausted. Her movements slowed, and her body quit operating. Fog crept in her brain, and her thoughts were muddy.
Finally, her eyes closed, and her life was in the hands of her attacker.
Okay then, that probably won't go well, just speaking logically.
Anyway, thanks for reading, and see you next chapter.
Thanks again, ~Lace the Humorous~