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A bitter wind continues to swirl around, shivering slightly you snuggle deeper into the nest of comfort. What feels like sharp knives run down your back are being pushed down on harder, feeling like a thousand of them are tearing into you. The pain is almost unbearable by the time you realize this isn’t a nightmare. You try to pull yourself off the bed but something is holding you down. You start to choke but can’t do anything about it. The feeling finally leaves and you can breathe clearly again. Pulling away from a damp pillow, a fuzzy red figure takes up most of your vision. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you look around for the large figure, but nothing is there. Taking in deep breaths in an attempt to calm down, you take another look around in search of anything. You tried to convince yourself that it was all just a vivid nightmare.
Coming to terms with it just being a bad dream, you timidly snuggle back into the mess of blankets. Resting on your side, you make an effort to go back to sleep, but you can’t. Your head just fills with thought and worries. Turning to the other side, you close your eyes and shut out everything. It’s useless though. An almost inaudible laughter fills your ears, and you wrap the blanket tighter around your shivering body. The laughter becomes louder and louder. You cover your ears, but the laughter is everywhere. There’s no escape from it. You open your eyes and come face to face with a shining, large red nose. Yellow gleaming eyes stare into frightened ones.
“Aren't you going to say hello?” the figure asks. You’re scared shitless, glued to the bed. “You’re not real, this isn't real. It’s just a nightmare,” you whisper, over and over again. The figure simply laughs. “Am I not real enough for you?” the thing remarks, laughing louder. You cower in fear as the thing bears it’s sharp, pointy teeth. Jumping out of the bed and making a break for the door, you touch the handle before being thrown back to the once comfortable mess. The thing comes over to you. It has the appearance of a circus clown. The clown suit is torn and dirty, crimson stained patches littering the fabric. The clown grabs your arms and pulls your body to the edge of the mattress. It crawls up your body and leans down to the curve of your neck, drool landing on your chest as it smells you. “So sweet, so delicious!”
Large drops of drool land on your face when the clown leaves your neck. You try to wipe the saliva away but the thing grabs ahold of your wrist. It digs its nails into the flesh, cutting through the dirty fabric of gloves. The clown takes your wrist and holds it up to its hungry mouth. You whimper in fear as it pretends to bite. A yell leaves your mouth as the clown cuts you with it’s sharp, pointed teeth. It lets out a moan and licks up every drop of blood. “So so sweet,” it moans against your arm. The clown licks down your arm to the elbow before biting out of the side. You scream loudly, endlessly, and attempt to move away. A squeaky door opening brings you back. “Sweetie, is everything okay?” your mother asks from the doorway. You hide the wounded arm and give a hurried nod to her. “Alright,” she murmurs, closing the door softly. You listen to her footsteps fade down the hall before daring to move.
The clown’s gone from view, looking everywhere before leaving the bed. The wind from the window still blows in freely, the night sky peaceful and beautiful. Apprehensive, you dangle your feet over the bed before letting them touch the soft carpet. Closing the window, you look around the room one more time. Blood still drips down your arm from the wound, and now you know for sure that it wasn't just a nightmare. You can’t stay in this room any longer. It feels like you're being watched from every corner.
Practically running out of the dingy room, you go to the bathroom. Slamming the old wooden door shut and locking it, you relax. Taking a moment to look at your reflection, dark bags under your eyes, blood and drool still covered your face. Fixing up your wound, it looks like you have a chunk missing from your arm. You’ll need stitches for sure. Bandaging the bitemark, you take a moment to gather yourself. Drinking some water, you head back to the now infected room. Looking under the bed and in the closet, you rest, but don’t go to sleep.
The sky turns from black and blue to a mix of yellow and orange as the sun comes up. Sighing you get ready for the long day that awaits. The walk to hell doesn't last long enough, children playing and laughing rings in your head from everywhere, reminding you of last night. Your arm throbs from the memory of it, of the clown. A short boy with dark brown hair runs past you, his feet jumping off of the concrete echo all through the hallway. You pay no mind to him and just go to your locker to gather some books before heading to class.
Henry and his stupid gang kept staring and making remarks to each other about you all throughout the first and second period. You felt like you wanted to cry from the degrading comments, they were literally shouting them out every time the teacher left or turned around. Everyone was laughing at you and soon it got to a point where you couldn't take it anymore. Not caring anymore you bolted out of the room and ran to the only safe spot you could think of, the bathroom. You felt pathetic crying alone on the bathroom floor, you're too upset to think clearly right now. Too busy drowning in your self-pity you don’t notice when the bathroom door creaked open.
“What’s wrong crybaby?” your crying stops at the sound of her, Greta. You look up from the crouched position, staring her down and threatening for her to come closer. “Everyone knows about you skank. How you fucked the two psychos”, Greta laughs. “Did it feel good? Being used as the gross slut that you are?” She moves a bit closer, you tense up. “Just moved here and you already fucked half the school hasn't you? You know I bet you gape-” Greta doesn't get a chance to finish her sentence before your fist collides with her face. She knocks back and lands between the sinks, you take the chance to leave. Running out of the now broken safe zone you escape from the school, ignoring the calls to come back.
You don’t get far before coming across more trouble, out of anyone you could have runned into why them? “Well well well, look who we have here”, you try to back away and run but someone grabs you from behind. “Hey Dollface, why'd you leave this morning? You know we were only telling the truth”, Patrick kisses the back of your neck. “Please let go of me”, you cry out. Henry laughs, “Not until we have some fun”, you try to break free again but Patrick just wholes you tighter, he moves his hand down to your bandaged wrapped hand and pushes down hard, you yell from the pain. Patrick drops you to the grass-covered floor, “Henry what the hell? I thought we were cool”. He spits on you, “We are cool when you’re sucking my dick”. The other three boys surround you and smirk, knowing what’s coming next.
Herny’s the first to unzip himself, Patrick stands behind you and wraps a hand around your neck, pushing down. Patrick uses his other hand to pinch your nose, you can’t hold out for much longer. The second your mouth opens Henry sticks his dick in, “Bite and I’ll fucking kill you”. You just sit there as Henry fucks your mouth, choking on Patrick’s hand and Henry’s dick every once in a while. Looking up you look at the other boys, Vic looks uncomfortable while Belch looks hungry and needy. Belch gets tired of waiting and begins to play with himself. After a few rougher thrusts Henry’s cumming deep down your throat, he tastes bitter and salty Belch steps up next and shoves himself in, his loud moans fill the air as he thrust deep and fat. You watch Vic as he slowly back away from the scene, sharing your disgusted feelings for all this. Belch pulls out of your mouth and cums all over your face, your vision is blocked by blotches of transparent white.
Patrick let’s go of you and unzips himself, he doesn't cum on you though. Patrick pisses down your back and makes his way up to the top of your head. You whimper from the feeling and smell, laughter fills your ears from above. The liquid stops and you hear Patrick tucking himself away again. You lift yourself off the ground to your knees and find the three boys walking away like nothing happened, as usual.
Your startled by the gentle hand on your shoulder, “Let me help you”, Vic grabs hold of your hands and lifts you the rest of the way up. “Oh my god, what happened to your arm?” blood has begun to bleed through the wrapped bandaged. “Nothing”, you replied quickly. “That looks really bad. You should go see a doctor about it”, nodding you turn away from Vic and walk. “Hey, where are you going?” You pick up the pace, “Just on my way to drown myself, don’t wait up”.