Random Writings and Drabbles ((Complete and Incomplete))

Abnormal_Part/Chapter One~Changes

//Picture is what her Mother Looks like. Still looking for one for the main character. Also please please please comment what you think her name should be. I'm not good at English names. The song is just one I listened to while writing.

Sighing I lean back into my chair, back aching from the hours I spent hunched over my laptop writing in Word. Stretching my arms out my fingers pop along with my back, a very relieving feeling. Rolling my head in a circle my neck pops as well, smiling contently a small ding is heard from my laptop. Leaning Forward I push my glasses further up my face, if you are wondering I'm not blind just not exactly near sighted. "Crap where's the charger. " I mutter pushing my chair back to look for it underneath the desk I am working at. After going through the tangle of cords, which I added to my To Do List as untangle cords, I finally find it and plug my laptop in. The small ding wasn't from that but rather Quotev, an old account I thought I deactivated, WinterLover. Clicking it I see it is from my backup account, 666_Winter_Rose_Writer_666Backup, I panic just a slight bit. No one knows my password for my backup, even I forget it half the time. Clicking the yellow text I nearly run, it just doesn't look or feel right. The font seemed bloody almost it in a dark red somehow, I know for a fact you can't color text nor use fonts in private messages, then the way my screen seemed to dim and possibly flicker. I start to mumble the pm to myself when another one from the same person pops up, the same font and color with it. Finishing the first one I was fine until the last sentences. "I mean I am in this very room with you. You look rather adorable. " Taking a quick glance around the room I read the now next two messages. "Shouldn't you be asleep? It's nearly 4am and you have school in the morning. Also don't worry no one" The font turns Italic at No one. "will hurt you without paying the price from now on. " That was the second message which makes me gulp, through seeming parched. The third one makes me want to scream and bolt, even jumping out a window if I have to. "Why did you look around? You won't be able to see me unless you turn the lights on, you won't make it far enough to do that though. Hehe. " My palms start to sweat, hands becoming clammy with fear as my brain processed those words. They aren't lying. I think. The proof is everywhere if I think about it. My abusive father suddenly went missing, my main bullies have been vanishing or shake in fear when they see me, my boss who hates me with a passion promoted me and is being nicer, all around life has been really good. It has been amazing one could say, that's the thing though. My life isn't "amazing" it is crappy and the only thing I look forward to is writing a new chapter for my fans. Well thats what I'm only supposed to look forward to, right? Taking a deep breath I stop my train if thoughts, steading my hands as I type a reply to my... stalker/stalkers messages. Rereading it I hit send. "Who are you? Why are you messing with my life? I liked it just the way I was, everything was perfect. " Truthfulness is long gone now, I know it is. What I didn't expect was a deep chuckle from behind me, one that froze me in fear. "Sure it was. " The same voice says, I can't place it. A hand is placed on my head. "We'll meet again my Fox. " The hand moves and the room turns silent again besides the sounds of nature and the curtains ruffling. Taking in a shallow, shaky breath I carefully turn around to see nothing behind me. I bolt for the light switch to only be greeted by nothing when I turn it on. My room is empty beside one note pinned to my wall with some sort of sharp object I can't place. That's something I can barely fathom since I surprise many weapon owners with knowing what they are, it comes with mainly writing gore. Pulling the sharp out I can tell it is a tiny replica of my main Oc's, Quine Everwon, katana. It is so detailed that even the very minuscule details that are only mentioned once are there. "If this is Quine's katana where's it's partner, Death, and their sheaths. " Taking another glance around room I see nothing out of place, there is a box with black wrapping paper and a purple bow. The trim of the box being red ribbon on top of that. "What the? " Leaving the replica of Life on my desk with the note I carefully make my way toward the box, it smells of something unpleasant. Reading the notecard with it nothing seems like it would be unpleasant, it seems like something someone would find in their locker from a secret admirer.<br />
Undoing the purple bow I open the box only to stumble backwards,  eyes wide in fear. There is a human hand in their, a fresh one at that. One still bleeding a fair amount, enough to send fear and panic rushing to my mind. Something I didn't notice was the string tied around the wrist with yet another note, one not written with ink or graphite. Letting a piercing scream escape my mouth I throw the lid, repulsed by its existence. In denial I don't hear the door opening as my mother walks in. She attempts to catch my attention but fails miserably as tears fall down my face in gracious amounts, words being mumbled about how "I'm seeing things" and "It's not real." I know what I saw was real, it had to have been for the image to be burned into my brain, the smell engraved into my memory as it still fills the air, even more noticeable than before. Without realizing it I start to hyperventilate, possibly going into a panic attack.(I thought I had grown out of those, it seems no though.) My mother slaps me making me look at her, she says something and I see her lips move but no sound is heard. Soon after black spots form in my vision, the last words I say being "Call the Police. " as I fall to the floor. Thankfully my limp body doesn't hit said floor but be caught by my mother's arms before gently being placed there. I thought I was blacking out but I'm just in a major version of sleep paralysis. I can't even move my eyes in any direction, I can only hear the things around me. Panic shows in my mother's voice as she dials the number explaining what just happened, she tells them she has no clue why I passed out. 'It's simple really. ' I think, wishing I could talk so much in this moment. The person on the other line must have said something because my mom's footsteps sounded toward the box before a slight, quiet scream was heard. 'Must have looked in the box. ' I silently think. In hurried words she explains everything, from the second she walked in here to the call. Not long after something hits the floor,  it obviously breaks as the sounds of little parts bouncing is heard. Fuzzy yelling can be heard in Mother's voice, only a few words I can make out. "That killer still here. " This is enough for my heartrate to accelerate. She's right that... that person, no thing, could very well be watching us right now. A light hand is placed on my cheek, my moms by the feel of it. "Please wake up, please Sweetie. I-I need to tell you something before... before things happen. Your life is about to be flipped and I need to tell you how, why, and what has happened. " She sounded so earnest, so loving. Something that she never was, not unless it was with many, many negative words and emotions. Not long after my eyes can open, everything is blurry though, even the roof and far corners of the room. A pacing can be seen by a blurry figure in a light pink nightie. Focusing I can for sure can label that figure as my Mother. Carefully sitting up I take a deep breath only for the horrible stench to once again invade my lungs, proving my hopes wrong. "M-Mother I'm scared. Can we please leave? " The door lights blue in an area, a banging sound heard. My eyes widen in fear as I grab my glasses that had fallen off my face and throw them on my eyes to indead prove that the blue light wasn't my imagination and neither was the banging sound. Quickly my Mother grabs my shoulders and makes me look at her with panic, worry, and most prominently fear in my eyes, hers as well.<br />
"Listen there is only one safe place for you now. It may not make sense right now but someone is after you, someone not human. I wish I had time to tell you everything but I can't. " She hands me a letter, sparing a glance at the door. "Now listen very closely, I can only say this once. Run into the woods and don't stop no matter what you hear or see, only once you feel at home, at peace, can you stop. It means you have entered your true place in life, a place where you will be safer. There they can protect you. You know them as cree- " Shes cut off by the sound of a door dropping, now a bag is thrown over my head which I automatically shove the letter into and put across my shoulders. "Go now!! Before they catch you!! " I'm shoved backward. Turning around I note that my laptop is gone, most likely in the bag, as I run toward the large window in my room.  Taking a look over my shoulder with the window open I see my Mother fall to the floor, blood dripping out the corners of her mouth, light pink gown stained red. "You'll never get her. " Those are her dying words. I would cry if there were any more tears I could shed, there all gone though. Tears are replaced by anger, a desire to hurt that person, a burning determination to get revenge in the future. 'I'll do as you say for now Mom, I will get revenge for you though. ' I think, hopping out the window. I land on something sharp, most likely a rock, and it  embeds itself inside my foot. Gritting my teeth I start running, adrenaline pumping through my veins. It helps to block the pain in my foot as well, it still pulses though. Looking over my shoulder I see a figure behind me so I run even faster. I just need to make it to the woods!! I think, nearly aloud. My speed picks up rather quickly, only promoting thoughts in my head. If you can do this everyone will love you because you won the last track event and put us in the lead. It's just a 4 mile run.  This is what my thoughts consist of, yes I am on the track team. No we don't run 4 miles that's just a me thing even though I run 8 to 10 laps before practice as well. Lastly coach hates me so I am only placed on the events if I have to be there, he says I'm not good enough for it. Growling a little I don't even realize that by now I could be racing a horse,  just angry as I mentally rant about the coach for track team. Biting the inner lining of my lip, a very bad and painful habit, I start to chew. In no time at all that part of the lining has been chewed off and I start to bit my lip, another painful habit because I normally tear off the protective layer, thankfully enough this lasts me long enough to step into a steam and trip. I shielded the bag with my body to prevent it from getting wet. Sitting up I scan the surrounding area, it looks oddly like Slender's forest. "Well I might die at the hands of a creepypasta now... wait on order to enter the forest you have to be.... insane so does that mean... Naw it's most likely my cp fangirl thinking this. " Standing up I shiver, it's freezing here, the cold water that I'm soaked in doesn't help either. Ringing out my hair I strip two layers down so I am only in a now see through white tank top and now skin hugging black shorts that are maybe 2 inches away from being booty shorts. Sighing I tie my hair up in a knot, get my glasses off the ground, and pull my tank top down a bit more. Popping my shoulders and fingers again my tank pulls up to close to the bottom of my rib cage. Groaning I pull it down and adjust my bag before starting to walk, grumbling under my breath. This place is oddly comfortable and soothing if I think about it, which I'm not because that would be weird. I yawn  just now noticing how exhausted I am from not sleeping in two days and those runs. Looking at my surroundings I decide to just pick a random tree and sleep in it, sadly when I try to do so I nearly freeze. "I hate my life. " I barely mumble, I nearly drop to the ground before a repulsive figure comes into view. I don't even have words to describe it, through once I take off my glasses it clears up and kind of looks like Rake... FUCK THAT IS RAKE I THINK!! CAN I JUST KILL MYSELF PLEASE?! PLEASE LET ME FALL DOWN A CLIFF AND DIE IF IT IS!! NO IT JUST HAS TO BE A GOOD COSPLAY!!  I of course am panicking, one glance at the figure and I'm already sprinting at full speed.  WELL IT CAN'T BE A FUCKING COSPLAY!! I'M GOING TO DIE BY THE HANDS OF THE RAKE, SOMEONE [ART OF A FANDOM I'VE ALWAYS LOVED!!  SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!! I take a moment to compose myself. Panicking won't help at all after all. Though I make two conclusions: this has to be Slender's Woods and I'm going to die by the hands of fucking Rake, not even a creepypasta with hands. I climb higher up the tree, almost to the very top and try my best to blend in with the tree. Only prayers fill my mind, ones full of hope the wind is in the opposite direction or I'm to high up for Rake to small me. Both would be even better. Slowly the figure gets further away, allowing my brain to calm down. Sleep follows not long after despite my greatest attempts to stay awake, you never know in Slender's forest. One second your sane, the next your not. You think you'll be safe and live then your killed in your sleep. Nothing is certain here, not even the air you breath is. It is all just an illusion where those who should have died live, there those who murder live. Most of all it is home to those who are mentally unstable, each for a reason in the past. The horrible past... something traumatic to some, yet wonderful to others? Kind of ironic isn't it.

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Sorry for any and all grammar and spelling mistakes. I welcome all constructive criticism.

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Spelling corrected to the mind of someone who hasn't slept in a day, grammer is always gonna be shitty