" Close your eyes "

“ Close your eyes ”. My names Freedom. All my memories from my childhood consist of playing with my many friends or drawing characters from my imagination. I knew I had psychotic episodes and schizophrenia from a young age and so did my friends but they never saw it as something negative or unsettling because they had their own problems, my parents didn't notice or care. I was a typical tomboy with shoulder length bushy brown hair and eyes which had olive hue to them. I was rather curvy and tall for my age being five foot five at the age of eleven and people described my personality as social, happy, creative, humorous friendly and rebellious but they said I had a darker side too. I lost almost all my negative emotions at the age of ten. I'm also trilingual which means I can speak three languages, Polish, English and Irish, which comes in handy. My favorite thing about me was my scar on my left hand I had carved into my skin during a psychotic episode that resembles a cat's skull. I have a sister laura and my parents were not the best. They seemed to neglect me and more than once I had to cook my own dinner because my dad was working and my mama was at a party with my sister.

I knew about creepypastas and they were one of the things my sketchbook was filled with aside from comics and different characters. I had my own creepypasta called Silent Killer who was modeled after me, she had the exact same features like me and I referred to her as I. My friends called me Silent Killer as a joke and I called them after their original characters too. I had the same black turtleneck, coat and jeans she wore along with light brown hiking boots which stood in the attic. She also attacked with a sledgehammer, my favorite weapon though she used a gun when she had to. I even forced my best friend Fi to write her creepypasta’s story because like me her one greatly resembled her too. When life seemed to be going great disaster struck, a bus crash. Looking back on it I shouldn't have been too surprised, this happened in Silent Killers story too. On the morning of the incident everything felt wrong but stupid me just shrugged it off and went and got ready for another day of getting in trouble in class. As I got on the bus everything seemed normal and my anxiety melted away as I heard my friend greet me with the words “ Silent, we got the fronts ”. The fronts was our slang for the front seats of any bus or vehicle with seats to be honest. They watched in amazement as I climbed swiftly and fluidly over the empty seats leading up to the fronts and then sat down like nothing happened. My friends told me how balanced and agile I was as I took out my phone and speaker out of my bag and switched them on. Our class was only a few weeks into sixth class and we were all buzzing with excitement but sadly our group had gotten way smaller because the last sixth class had gone to secondary school ( middle school ) along with 3 of our other friends. Fi sat beside me, so I turned on my favourite songs on full volume and we told jokes and laughed until we were gasping for breath We never put our seat belts on though, even when the bus started moving. I was eleven at the time.

I don't remember much about the crash because the impact of me hitting half my face on the dashboard knocked me and my friends clean out. When I woke up in the hospital literally everything felt different. A kindly looking nurse who was pushing a trolley which seemed to carry needles past the door noticed I was awake and she came in and said in a thick American accent “ so you finally got up ” I had so many questions but all that came tumbling out of my mouth was “ where am I ”. She explained that while I was unconscious they flew me to America because my injuries were so severe and the irish hospitals didn't have any more beds, I ooooohed in reply and then she said “ girl something bad happened to your face wanna see ? ”. I nodded despite that I already knew what happened she brought a small hand held mirror to me and in it I saw half my face the rest was a malformed mess of melted waxy looking skin. I became aware of my surroundings too. I was in a small brightly lit room with light aqua color walls and one bed in the middle. I smiled at the new me and the nurse looked shocked. She then started laughing and we laughed it off.

I was in hospital for a while and I wrote home every Sunday. As every day passed I grew more and more fed up with the hospital and the constant routine, in one letter I asked for my black Silent Killer clothes and shoes back and a few weeks later they arrived in the post ( mail ). I used a notebook to plan a massacre and my escape out of anger and spite.

As I lay in the disgustingly white hospital bed staring out the windows ,all I needed was a weapon and a mask. I turned to lay on my side and as if my wishes were answered, there lay a marine sea blue sledgehammer with red stripes and a wooden handle. Attached to it was a note and a mask that covered the right side of my face which looked like half a cat's face but only the nose was black although the eyes were also black with two triangles hanging down almost like tears, the note said one thing, hide me.

Part 2

I put my plan into action almost immediately but first I had to make sure no one was around to see me prepare. I realised I had to rip out my iv so I didn't waste any time and yanked them out of my arm so suddenly the actual tubing and machinery was destroyed, I felt my strength coming back to me. I realised that I could easily take on the staff since all of them looked very weak and tired but I rather not take my chances. I threw on my outfit, black coat and mask then picked up the sledgehammer and ran down the nearest staircase silently I eventually got to the room where all the light controls were at and I turned them off Pleased with myself I dashed back up the stairs and began stage 2 of my plan the massacre.

I took down each ward one by one, going in and emerging minutes later soaked to skin in a crimson liquid, I think the only wards that weren't demolished by me were the maternity and children's wards. I enjoyed it and the screams of agony brought me glee. I'd sing a song every time I was walking down the hall in a psychotic voice :

If you think you're going insane,

Don't close your eyes,

I'm messing with your brain,

Lies lies, lies

If you think we're just characters,

From a sto-o-ory,

I've never seen someone so dearly,

Wrong, wrong, wrong

As she creeps around the corner,

As quiet as a cat ,

She's hunting for her next victim,

You're the rat

As she stands in the hallway,

Through her giggles and cries,

You'll hear the phrase,

“ Close your eyes ”

Bashing three quarters of the hospital's employees and patient's skulls in with a sledgehammer took less time than I expected. I had the outer layer of skin from my victims who I murdered and would later eat. I was running down a countryside road when I became aware of a low rumbling noise and mixed voices whispering. I turned abruptly and was met face to face with the bonnet of a white van, I then tightened my grip on the sledgehammer before getting grabbed by the shoulders and I saw two giant rough hands around them. I was thrown into the back of the van and I fell onto my stomach. I was unconscious for a few minutes before I stood up and smashed the back door of the van once, twice ,trice ,until it fell off the hinges. My kidnapped climbed out of the front seat and tried to assult me but I somehow managed to kill him after a few minutes of dodging punches and hitting him.

I ran into the forest covered in blood and once I made it a few miles into the woods I found a pile of leaves to curl up on and I slowly went to sleep. I was truly happy. Later I awoke to the sound of talking and sirens, I felt around for my weapon then sat up with leaves embedded in my ponytail but who cared, I never cared about beauty.

I saw flashing lights through the trees so I began running towards them and when it all came into view I saw two murderers surrounded by angrylooking police. I got their attention and for a second they looked shocked that I was helping them, before noticing the bloody state clothes and hair were in, I put my finger to my chapped lips while I snuck up on the police from behind. I took down two with one swing of my sledgehammer and it drove the attention away from the murderers in the center, giving us the opportunity to kill all the police officers in less than three minutes. I stood over the bodies when I heard them say almost at the exact same time, "thanks for the help, who are you? ”

"I'm freedom but you can call me Silent Killer "I uttered calmly ” your creepypastas I ,think please don't kill me." They simply laughed “we won't” one said "just tell me, how did you get into this state" I explained how I destroyed the hospital and killed around eighty people in cold blood. They told me to follow them, I became one of them.

I became my original character

The end