Cynder10210

She walks down the street, Headphones in her ears. Angry music playing loudly, To keep away her tears. Her hair is short and messy, Her black polish is chipped. Her combat boots thump loudly, Her goodwill jeans are ripped. She likes her rough fashion, Ahough she hates her face. It masks her emotions, Her hearts delicate as lace. Yet she grins at passersby, Who stare with pure disgust. She leaves them speechless, Coverde in her dust.

You woke up and notice you weren’t in the forest anymore. You weren’t in your room but you were in a room that looks like an hospital’s room but not quite. You opened your eyes seeing a man with a blue hoodie and a blue mask. Something was oozing from the hole in the eye’s mask. “So you’re awake.” “Yes. Who are you?” You asked. “Well, I am Eyeless Jack.” “So you are brothers with Laughing Jack.” “Bingo. Why do you know him but not me?” “Well my friends opened the creepy pasta net and luckily I just saw Laughing Jack in there.” “Okay.&#