Hello, Hello, What Have We Here?
Two Months Later...I walked carefully towards the edge of the forest and cautiously set my foot down on the pavement. The full moon was out, but I'm good at hiding with the shadows. Seeing a locked up thrift store I walked towards the back and picked the lock with a piece of metal I had found. a few second later the door opened with a soft snick. I crept in quietly and stood for a moment, letting my eyes adjust. I could see everything almost perfectly. I saw a sign that said "restroom" and ran there silently. I turned the light on and immediately began to wash my face. I looked at my reflection critcizingly. My hair was matted, my body was absolutely filthy and smelled and my clothes were basically rags by now.
I looked down at the soft, monochrome clown in my hands and smiled. He never got dirty or ripped and none of his feathers or his hair ever came out. I had discovered his hair to be made of actual, soft, silky black human hair and I treated it like I treated my own. If his hair got dirty, I hand washed and dried it. I stripped my well worn clothes off and began hunting for better ones. I found a pair of soft black denim jeans, a black corset with gray lace and a leather jacket and took them to the bathroom. I washed my whole body with a wet paper towel and soap and then dried off, washing my hair in the sink.
I picked up my L.J and walked out of the restroom, turning the light off and going in search of some shoes. I soon found some socks and knee high converse. I slipped them on and tied them up. I then grabbed clean clothes in the styles and colors I liked and stuffed them into a small backpack, placing my L.J doll on top carefully. I spotted a small mask that matched my corset and slipped it on, then walked back out the way I came, locking the door behind me. I walked back into the forest and continued north. After awhile, I heard footsteps that weren't mine. I turned and saw them. Two hooded figures that were obviously following me.
"Should we kill her?" Says one.
"Nah. Let's see if she can evade for more than a minute first." the second replied. I gave them a salute and began running silently, my feet now knowing where to step to avoid noise. Two months in a forest can do that. Five minutes later and they were no closer than when they first started. I laughed in delight.
My heart beat an erratic melody in my chest as I ran, and I was grateful that the backpack was light. No matter how hard they ran, they couldn't catch up to me. Until I tripped on a protruding tree root. A f!cking tree root? That would be the way they caught and killed me? How nice. I got up onto one knee and turned around to face them, lifting my head. I didn't escape an asylum just to be killed before I found L.J. My spine was stiff as I faced them. They skidded to a stop in front of me and one of them pulled my mask off. I heard a sharp intake of breath.
"Dude, that's the escaped girl from the asylum!" The first voice said.
"I know. Hello, hello, what have we here?" The second, raspier voice said. He tilted my chin and turned my cheek to the right, the moonlight illuminating the crude scars I had carved there myself. A jagged L.J made to look like lightning bolts.
"LJ? Now what does that mean to to you?" He mused. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it away from my face as I stood up to my full 5'8.
"Don't. F!cking. Touch me." I snarled low in my throat. He suddenly swung at me, knife flashing in the moonlight as it headed towards my face, but I grabbed his wrist.
"Nice try asshole." I twisted his wrist sharply and ran towards the looming mansion in the distance. It was my best bet. I could care less if it was full of killers o poisonous spiders.
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