Recovery (A Creepypasta/Masky Fanfic)

Chapter Two

(I think I've rushed into her meeting Tim...or is it just me? Anyway, tell me if it was a good decision, please! Oh, and if you really like the story, please vote and subscribe, if you want.)

Chapter Two

                                              Hazel didn’t sleep much the night before. All she could see, when she closed her eyes, was the color orange. And not even that simple color, either. More like a dark, sunset color of orange, a burnt version. It haunted her dreams, so she couldn’t sleep. She just sat up on her bed and watched as the sun started to rise, watching as the blood red became that sickening orange color, and then turned into a bright, eye blinding yellow, then to white as the sun managed to escape its temporary resting spot. Although it was starting a new day, she couldn’t help but feel panicked, like something bad was going to happen, like the sun coming up was bringing a bit of darkness along with it. And maybe, just maybe, she was right.

                With tired eyes and an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach, she crawled out of her gray-colored sheets and stumbled to get out of bed. She walked to the bathroom on silent feet, flipping the switch in the bathroom on while she was still standing outside of the little room, only peeking her head in momentarily to check if anything or anybody was in there. After that, she breathed out in relief, and closed the door behind her as she trudged in the small bathroom. A couple minutes later, she snuck her head out once again, examining the area, and walked out warily. She couldn’t help it. After seeing that…whatever it was, she couldn’t help but make sure nothing else was waiting to surprise her in the corner of her sight, waiting to jump out and attack her. Not that the thing last night attacked her. 

                Even though she was frightened by whatever was behind her window last night, she also couldn’t help but feel like…maybe it wasn’t a threat. At least it hadn’t of attacked her in the middle of the night. Then again, her window had been locked. But, she wondered, what could it be? It was obviously not an animal, unless it was some new type of huge bird species that was golden-feathered. Or some kind of climbing wildcat? No, it was much bigger than that. She had a feeling that she’d seen that color before. Actually, a day before…

                She gasped, walking downstairs, as she missed a step under her feet. She grabbed the railing just before she could collapse onto the floor below her, where she could have hurt herself even worse than she had. She took a sharp intake of breath as pain enveloped her side and ribs, since she hit her right side on the stair’s railing. She let go of the railing and fell to the step below, sitting on it. She clutched her side for a second, breathing deeply, as to calm the pain. Eventually, the pain in her side, right foot, and arms subsided, and she tried standing up on her own. As soon as she could step down once on her own, Patricia came running in, her eyes wide.

                “I thought I heard a scream, are you okay?” She asked, slightly frantic. Hazel could see she was wearing a dark purple housecoat over black-laced slippers, and her dark red hair was pulled in a messy bun.  She must have slept in it, Hazel thought, amused.

                “I’m fine. I wasn’t paying attention and lost my step. But, I grabbed the railing before I tumbled down. I just hit my side and arms, that’s all. Not major damage or anything.” She winced as she said this, her side obviously bruised and more painful than she realized. Patricia sighed and waddled over to her, the slippers making a small clicking on the floor as she raised a hand to Hazel to help her down the rest of the staircase. Hazel grabbed on and finished her way down, thanking Patricia as she landed on the bottom step. Patricia smiled and nodded.

                “Are you sure you’re not hurt badly? I may need to check your side. You seem to be holding it with a lot of trouble.” Hazel lifted up her light green tank top to reveal her side. She heard Patricia make a small squeak noise and run back in her room.