One week later

I open my eyes softly, groaning at the bright sunlight that hit my eyes. Slowly sitting up from the bed, I looked around the room for Lax.

"Lax?" I said looking over my shoulder.

I stood up grabbing my boots from the corner of the room and put them on. It had been a week since we found a second floor motel on the side of the road. Things were looking up for us. Thankfully we found clothes. One couldn't know how normal I felt wearing regular clothes, I didn't feel like an outcast.

When I finish getting my shoes on, I walked out of the room and hugged myself as the small breeze hit me. I instantly saw Lax bending forward over the large black pick up truck in the parking lot. I couldn't figure out how he was never cold. He wore a tanktop that showed his tone physique.

I have seen tattoos up and down his back but never seen clearly them before because we were always wearing the gown in the asylum. He wore a pair of black jeans and combat boots we found in one of the rooms. I knew when we first came here, He had grown attach with pick up truck. I went back inside fixing the bed. Lax and I have been sleeping the same bed, I insisted on sleep together in the bed because I still wasn't comfortable being by myself.

Things were comfortable with him, I trust him. He's really only person I trusted.

Walking up to the small cracked mirror, I stared at myself. My hair had grown longer but still chopper. Sadly I still had the burn markers on the side of my head.

"Hey." I looked to the side and saw Lax standing at the door way with a screw diver in his hand.

"Hi." I replied smiling at him.

"Starving?" He asked, I nodded. He smiled and walked in the room throwing the tool on the bed and walked at the end of the room. I walked to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress as he grabbed the rolling chair and brought it towards me while he held the large duffle bag. We called it the food bag.

"Was waiting until you woke up." He told me giving me a bag of stale chips.

"Thanks." I replied opening the bag.

I took the triangle chip and stuff them in my face, food has been growing lesser and lesser since we got to the motel.

"Here." I looked up and saw Lax holding his bag of chips towards me.

"No. I'm not taking your food." I spoke shaking my head.

"Take it." He said.

"No. You need it more."

"Cathy stop being stubborn and take the damn chips." Said Lax, I took it and placed it on my side. I saw him stand up and wipe his hands on his jeans.

"What are gonna do with that truck?" I ask.

"Fix it up and move out of here. Find somewhere more secure." He told me grabbing the screw driver.

"I have to find my parents." I told him making him frown.

"My younger brother, I need to know if he's alive." I told him more specifically why I said my parents. I really didn't care if they alive or not. I need to know if Carl was alive or not.

"For your brother." Lax said nodding at the same time.

"Thank you." I told him smiling. He walked to the door.

Lax saw Cathy turned her head forward and continue to eat her chips. He licked his bottom lip. He looked up and down on her. She wore blue jeans with a light red sweater underneath he saw the white tanktop string. Her skin looked so creamy. He shook his head and walked away to the parking lot.

He turned when he heard a clown laughter, he stood still as he saw him.

"Sweet little thing isn't she?"

"I bet her pussy is tight?"

Lax shook his head closing his eyes and opening it. The clown wore normal clothes, it was a person wearing a plastic clown mask. It stood on the corner of the second floor motel. Its arms hang from the metal railing staring at Lax.

"I'll tell you what else is tight your..."

"STOOP!" Lax yelled as he covered his ears dropping the screwdriver on the floor shutting his eyes as he stumble while he tried to kept up straight.

"Lax!"

"Lax!"

Lax open his eyes and saw Cathy standing a front of him. He looked up at the second floor and saw it was gone. Cathy looked at Lax with wide eyes. He was panting, His eyes were jumping from up from the second floor to the her.

"Hey."

She took his hand and started pulling him to the room.

"It's ok." Cathy replied. She had never seen Lax have a panic attack, she guessed it was a panic attack. She took him inside the room and made sit on his side of the bed.

"Please!"

Lax cried as his wrist were tied to the table.

"I'm sorry! Please." Lax sob ash e. Ach his back trying to pull on the restrain.

"Do you still see the clown?"

Lax bit his bottom lip as he looked slowly of the corner of the dark room and saw the clown standing still, it tilt it's head to the side.

"He's looking at the corner!" Yelled one of the nurses.

"No! I'm not. Please! Don't!" Lax yelled as he shook his head, he felt the cotton balls on the temple of his head. His body shook rapidly, his eyes shut tightly as he cried in pain. He felt his own nails rip through the skin of his own hand as he fist his hand into a ball.

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