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After getting bandages for you arm, you two kept trudging on through the asylum. A batch of papers were in your hands as your eyes skimmed over them.
"It says that in 1967, a young girl named Susanna Brittany committed suicide in the cafeteria. She snuck out of her room one night and grabbed a rope from the janitor's closet. There appeared to be a ceiling fan in the cafeteria lounge room for staff members. She tied the rope tightly on the fan and made a noose. She then climbed onto the coffee table, slipped the noose over her head, and stepped off. The next day, the cafeteria staff found her dead body. She was only 16 years old."
"Dude, that's sad. Poor girl. I wonder why she did it." Mikey frowned as you told him about Susanna.
"Here it states that the many mental illnesses she had drove her insane, and many people believe that the insanity drove her to kill herself."
"That's harsh." Mikey implied.
You nodded, dwelling on the memory when you were about to commit suicide, but the only thing that made you different from Susanna, was that you had someone that cared for you. Susanna did not. What if no one cared for you? What if no one stopped you from killing yourself?
"(Y/n)?"
There you were, standing on that same rooftop, looking down at the ground below you. A single, painful tear slid down your cheek, and you fell forward, this time, no one would save you. You were falling, falling down to your death, only a few feet left before you would hit the ground. Your (e/c) eyes started to close, and everything around you disappeared. Just as you were about to hit the ground...
"(Y/n)!?"
You blinked a few times before looking at Mikey. His expression told you he was worried, and his baby blue eyes were staring straight into yours. "(Y/n), are you okay?"
It took you a bit to process the thoughts you were having before you finally answered. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Let's just get to the cafeteria."
You walked a little faster, walking ahead of him. A frown was plastered onto his face as he followed closely behind you. 'What were you thinking about?' he pondered.
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After a while, you two came across two narrow hallways. You looked around, looking for any indication of where the cafeteria might be. As you were looking for any indications, a subtle weeping sound caught your attention. You snapped your head into the direction of the two hallways. The weeping continued, and it echoed through the hallway on your left.
"Come on, Mikey. I think it's this way." You began walking down the corridor, the weeping getting louder as you walked further down.
"Do you think that's her crying?" Mikey asked you as he listened to the weeping noise.
"You know what, Mikey, I think you might be right. It definitely does sound feminine."
As the corridor neared it's end, a large open room was revealed behind two swinging doors. There were abandoned chairs and tables everywhere. A row of feeding stations were across the room. The cafeteria. A door right next the feeding stations was labeled, "Staff Lounge". The weeping was now louder, filling the silent air. In the far corner of the room was a girl. She crouched down in the corner, hugging her knees tightly as she wept. Her long, black hair cascaded over her scarred arms and legs.
"Susanna?" You said quietly as you slowly approached the girl. She didn't even look up at you as you approached. As you knelt down beside her, she stopped weeping, making you cringe for a second.
"Susanna?" You repeated, but more in a soft quiet tone.
As you tried to talk with the apparition, the room suddenly took a dark vibe. It felt as if you were walking in a forest alone, waiting for someone to jump out and murder you. Mikey started to get nervous, and by nervous he started to get scared.
"(Y/n), I don't think we should-AGH!"
Before he could even finish his sentence, an unseen force threw him across the room, making his carapace hit the wall first before falling to the ground with a THUD. You snapped your head in his direction, your eyes widening in worry. As you raced to get on your feet the apparition grabbed a hold of your wrist and threw you against the glass coverings over the service area, making you smash your head through the glass; knocking you unconscious. Mikey stumbled to his feet, and looked in your direction, seeing your unconscious body lying on top of the shattered glass.
"(Y/n)!"
He looked at the two apparitions before him. Wait, two? He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't being delusional, but the apparitions were still there.
"Great, now there's two Susannas!" The orange-clad turtle growled before taking out his nun-chucks. "You want a piece of the Mikester!? Well come at me bro!"
The two demonic entities didn't hesitate at his offer, and began slashing him around like a rag doll. You opened your eyes slowly and groaned in pain. The right side of your face was speckled with blood from the cuts you received from the shattered glass. You propped yourself up and off the service station, whimpering in pain. Your vision was a bit blurry, but the sight before you mad you gasp. Mikey was being tossed around like some sort of doll. You were about to race to him to save him, but an object caught your eye. Near the door of the lounge room was a blood stained dagger. Without any hesitation your quickly grabbed it, stuffing it in your coat.
"Hey! Over here!" You yelled at the two entities, obviously catching their attention.
"(Y-y/n)..." Mikey managed to choke out as one of the entities held him by his throat.
"Come on, come get me. " You pulled the dagger out from your coat, clenching it tightly in your hand. The pain from the bits and piece of glass in your skin was unbearable, but you ignored it the best you could. One entity accepted your challenge and slowly approached you, a menacing look in its eyes. As you got close enough you threw the dagger at it, stabbing it right in the heart. Then, the entity froze, and looked down at the dagger piercing its heart. Within a matter of minutes the entity flamed into ashes as the dagger fell to the ground.
The real Susanna let go of Mikey, and he fell to the floor, coughing and gagging for air. She looked at the pile of ashes on the ground, and then at you. She didn't know what to do anymore. Her powers were now useless and she was weak. She looked into the lounge, and walked inside. Stepping onto the coffee table, she grabbed the noose, slipping it over her head. With one last glance at you, she stepped off the table, and then, she was gone. The noose swung back and forth, and the air was silent once again. An arm wrapped around your shoulders, and you turned to meet Mikey's baby blue eyes. You both smiled a small smile as you walked out of the room. A frown appeared on your face as you left.
If only someone would've cared for her...
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