Alright everybody, sorry i haven't updated in a while. I've been busy...cause hell itZ suMMEr bitCheZ. Woot Woot! Oh yeahh Summer oh five babyyy...alright well i dont know if anyone's even reading this...so well, if you are can yall please reply, cuz if no one likes it ill stop writin it...k without further interupptions...Chapter 4...

Chapter 4- I don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me

I woke up in Jimmy's arms. He was running and really fast too. I tried to see what he was running from, but everything looked the same. I saw the figure of…a man? I suppose so. I couldn't tell the difference. I tried to ask Jimmy what was happening, but he didn't seem to understand me. So I asked again, "Wussamatter"?

"I'll tell you in a minute", he said. He ran even faster and around a bend. The mystery attacker just kept running forward.

"Ok", Jimmy responded. "We don't have much time. He'll be coming back before we know it. You know the guy from all the stands?"

"Kinatall? Brownair?"

"Uhh yes, I think. Well, I know he knows where Libs and Sheen are and he's trying to capture us too. But we can't be as easy as them. We have to look out for ourselves and make sure we're out of his way and no where near him. No where. Do ya hear?"

"Yessir", I said, saluting like a drunken sailor. "Now wouldju mind telling me where we are"?

"No time for that now. Look ahead, he's coming!"

"Who"?

"God damn it Cindy…just, ugh never mind", he said, picking her up once again. We ran really fast, well Jimmy did, but it just seemed like he knew where we were going every time. Jimmy seemed to notice something was wrong and he ripped off his shirt. Then, we started running in the complete opposite direction.

"Tracker…on shirt…got to keep…running", he panted, exhausted. I had no idea what he meant, but then again, I had no idea where we were and why we were continuously running. And I just didn't get who the fuck was chasing us, cause he had one damn problem. Like what the fuck...but whatever, I guess I'll find out later. Finally, we stopped. Jimmy fell to the ground, completely out of breath. Unfortunate for me, I fell down with him.

"What the fuck", I said. "Look, Johnny—".

"Jimmy".

"Jimmy, Johnny…whatever. Jusstell me where da fuck we are, arright?"

"I don't really know where it is. We were supposed to be at a carnival, but…it appears that it isn't. Something happened to Libby and Sheen and that guy unquestionably has something to do with it. I have no idea what he did to them, but we have to get back to the carousel and find out".

"Ok, lemme get dis strrrraight. So, Shibby and Leen…got like kidnapped or whatever by the fucker chasin us. Right? Ok…and, why da casserole?

He just glared at me and said, "Carousel, Cindy, the carousel. And, you must have gotten drugged or something, that's why he was so eager to give you that cotton candy. He did something to it.

"And by he, you mean…?"

"Cindy, you know what, just forget it. Alright? Just do everything I tell you to, no complaints. Now let's go." We started walking. He seemed to perceive I was having some minor difficulties and asked if I wanted to be carried. As if I was going to say no… He picked me up and we continued. We approached the carousel in little time.

"Ok, Sheen and Libby got onto the carousel and disappeared. I'm not sure if there's a trap door that they fell down or if we weren't paying attention and someone came and seized them. So I'll go on the carousel and you can stay here and--"

"No".

"What"?

"I don't wanna stay awone. I get scared."

"What was in that shit…damn. Look Cindy, I'll be right back". I shook my head. "Cindy, it will be fine".

"No. Don't weave me, pwease don't" The drug seemed to have different affects as I clearly went from a drunk teen to a 5 year old girl afraid of…just about everything.

"Ok, you can come".

"Yay"! I clapped my hands. He shook his head disapprovingly. "Hold me". He picked me up. I clapped once more.

"You really gotta stop that". We stepped onto the carousel and it started moving rapidly. I screamed. Jimmy grasped onto a pole as we sped around faster and faster each time.

"I wanna go home. I wanna go home. Ahhh! Make it stop. I don't like this ride. Make it go away!", I screamed out. At last, it answered my prayers and stopped.

"Whoa", he said in disbelief. "Look".

"What happened? Did we find them yet? Did we tear that fucker to shreds, cause if we didn't I swear to you imma go fuck him up, ya hear". He laughed.

"Are you ok"?

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be ok? What happened?"

"Something was wrong with that cotton candy. Really wrong… First it seemed like you were on like crack or something. Like when you go get drunk at parties…which you shouldn't but, yeah that's how you were acting."

"So what's wrong with that?"

"Tell me what isn't wrong about that. But look, forget it for now, alright? We have to get to the bottom of this. Look around". I did as told. It looked like we had just walked into the twilight zone.

"Creepy." I screamed.

"What?"

"Spiders…"

"Cindy, get a hold of yourself. And don't scream like that unless something really bad happens."

"Something really bad did happen. It almost touched me."

"Oh, poor Cindy. Did the spider almost crawl upon her porcelain skin?" he said sarcastically. I pushed him.

"Ow, Cindy, get a grip".

"Shut the fuck up ok? I don't like spiders".

"This isn't important, stop making a big deal of it."

"Me? You're the one who's fucking bitching about me screaming. It was a reaction, I didn't know I was gunna fucking scream. Why don't you stop fucking making a big deal out of it".

"Let's just go".

"Whatever".