I think I died. It was interesting. I’ve never been murdered before. But I don’t understand why I woke up.
Perry was singing again. It was a sweet song. It sounded like she had practiced before. A chill ran down my spine as I realized the lyrics to the eerie tune. “Happy Deathday to you,” she sang, it echoed through the asylum like a phantom. “Happy Deathday to you, Happy Deathday dear Emma,” The last word lingered in my mind, chipping away at my subconscious, I was… dead?
I was dead. And it was finally starting to sink in. I faintly remember Perry hanging me. But I thought it was a dream. Apparently it wasn’t, and it was all very, very, real. I opened my eyes, and for a second, I didn’t think I did. It was dark. So very dark. Ever since I was little, I have been afraid of the dark. I was convinced that there were monsters in my closet and that I could see faces staring back at me through the darkness. And even now, in the pitch blackness, a deathly chill iced through my bones, like I was being watched. I quickly swung my head from left to right, hoping to find the creature of my nightmares.
And there she was, sitting on the ceiling, still singing. The lights flickered on, and I sat up. Perry spidered down the wall of the rafters and sat next to me, examining me, trying to decide whether or not I was real or not. As if she had concluded that I was alive, I thought I had seen her eyes flash red. Blood red. She was mad. And I was about to get it.
“How are you back?” she whispered, staring daggers at me.
“I-I… I don’t know,”
“How are you back!?” Perry shrieked. I could tell that she was bursting with rage. I was too scared to say anything, for fear she would kill me again if my words weren’t in her favor. She clutched my hand and dragged my body behind her like I was a limbless rag doll.
As she approached Misty and Luna, their eyes widened in confusion and amazement. Luna growled at me, and Misty laughed. She burst out laughing like someone had just told her the funniest thing she had ever heard. Perry glared at her, but Misty wouldn’t stop laughing. “Did you have something to do this donkey coming back, Misty?” She stopped laughing for a second, staring at Perry, then at me, then Perry, then me again. And so on again with the laughing.
Her insane laughter was chilling, but it made me want to break out in evil laughter as well. And then, I started cracking up too. It was unexplainable, why was I laughing at my own death and sudden resurrection? As Misty and I sat there, laughing hysterically for reasons I will never know, Perry got angrier and angrier. She had eventually had enough with our amusement, and threw me to the side, knocking the breath out me. I slowly sat up, sputtering and trying to hold onto my breath. Misty had stopped her giggling frenzy and cracked a small smile at Perry, who was not amused. Misty raised her eyebrows and smiled a deathly smile. Misty sunk into the murky depths of her pond. Perry bitterly turned her back on the pond and turned to me and Luna. Luna was obviously annoyed, growling at me still, eyes bright yellow in anger.
Then, Luna pounced on me, and just in time, I ran. I scrambled to find a place to hide, and still there being nowhere to go, I was left with no option but to run.
Then I saw it. The hole. The safe haven that was my escape. I dashed for it and dove through the bright patch of light in the wall. Although they couldn't see me, I could see them. I could see the crease in the middle of Luna’s eyebrows tightening in confusion. She cocked her head and stared where I had suddenly disappeared.
Perry strode over calmly and looked through the hole I had found. Her ice cold eyes pierced me and I started backing up carefully. My cautious walking turned into a sprint. I turned around and ran for my life. It’s funny because that’s been the third time this week I had to do that. I turned and looked back and, she wasn’t chasing me. She was standing there, looking at me gleefully. A cynical smile plastered across her face, she said “Nice escape route. For a deer.” I stopped in my tracks and turned around. She had already gone through the hole. She ushered Luna out too, then yelled, “Sorry, Misty!”
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