It hadn't even been three days, and Y/N had been stuck indoors, watching the world outside go pass slowly. She had spent her days in her room, baring eating or even heading down to the kitchen- the only things she cared about were her and the clown that was following her.

Whenever she looked, she swore she would see its painted red smile, a childish giggle echo in her ears, an odd feeling of something touching her hair, making her feel cold and shuddery. She was living in days of paranoia, that there would be a day when she would be killed.

She sat crossed legged on her bed, listening to the kids outside ride on their bikes pass her bikes, yelling and whooping with their friends, friends that she would never have. I'm a loser. Y/N thought, pressing her chest closer in; And it will stay like that.

She had spent most days drawing- doodling and drawing things that were in her head, and were wanting to escape and be drawn on paper. Drawing was her escape, and that was the only thing that made her feel... alive sometimes.

She looked from the window to the latest drawing she had done; and when she looked at it, when she saw the forests and then the many planets, she thought which one would be better to live in.

She sighed, smudging more of the black ink from her hand into her jeans, a small mark left, but she knew she would wash it out. She stood, walking to her window, looking out. It looks like its gonna rain soon. The clouds were forming and growing darker more and more by the minute.

She knew she had to get it done and out the way. The torment had been eating at the back of her mind for too long, and she was considering it more and more. She was a disgrace to her own mom, to those her age, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before she would become one of the missing teens to go almost everyday.

No-one will miss you, not even mom. She dressed, wearing a pair of black jeans and sneakers, a sandy jacket with and orange stripped tee, taking along with side, her NASA backpack, her Walkman and a spare pair of home keys just in case.

She trudged downstairs, her mom was at work and Y/N knew she wouldn't return until early morning tomorrow. She stepped into the garage, grabbing her bike and heading out, riding down to the place that she had always never wanted to go to.

The quarry was not that far of a pedal from her house, and when she got there, the rain had begun to lightly drizzle, not enough to soak her properly. She chucked her bike to the side, first of all going to look over the edge, and she could feel the shakiness of her knees, before she retreated back further to sit in the dirt.

She was lucky that it was empty, or else it would've looked suspicious as to why some 18-year-old was here alone, when many young teens came with their friends. She spent an hour just listening to some music, coaxing herself more and more to just get it over with.

By when that hour went by, the rain was coming down heavier, and she put her Walkman in her bag, the droplets beginning to soak her H/C hair and clothes to cling. "It won't matter soon," she found herself whispering, "I'll be apart of those waters below."

The more the rain poured, the more she grew cold, but remained silent, she couldn't back out of this now, to come back to a home full of silences. She threw her bag and jacket to sit beside her bike, shuddering when the cold nipped more at her S/C skin.

Tears had begun to slowly cascade down her face, blending with the rain too, and she slowly begun walking towards the edge, creeping and creeping. She was sobbing by the time she did, and she prepared herself to slowly turn to face away from it. When she finally did, she looked up, a lone red balloon drifting along the dirt pass where her belongings were. It's watching, it always seem to. She gulped, throwing her arms slowly out, preparing more and more.

Do it, just do it. She screamed in the back of her head, and she closed her eyes, until the back of her heels weren't met with the edge of the cliff.

All in one swift motion, she braced, and titled her body backwards, nothing was there to stop her from falling.

She never thought what it would feel like to fall, to feel the air and gravity pull you down quickly to the ground. But the ground wasn't what would meet her, and the waters she were to meet made her think she had made a huge mistake. She felt her stomach twist and go up into her throat, her heart beating quickly like a drum, droplets of rain blurring her vision as she could only stare up at the sky for what would seem like the last time ever.

The feeling of falling was quickly met when her body made contact with the water; cold, it almost burnt, consuming her as she felt all of the water consume her from head to toe. She blinked softly, her eyes burning, looking through the murky dark green water as she could hear the squelching and hums in her ears.

She couldn't swim for one, so she allowed herself to not move, and when she did, she felt that she was sinking. She tried to keep her body stiff, her legs and arms up above her head, and she stared up, leaving her body to sink lower and lower, the waters growing darker by each second.

She wasn't screaming like the previous time, and she embraced death like it was an old friend of hers. Her lungs were being filled, the salty water taking over, her head feeling fuzzy. I'll be happy for once. She thought, repeating it over and over. No-one will miss you.

She believed herself that that was the case, and soon, quicker than a ticking clock, she could feel all movement slowly, freezing. Her eyes were closing, and she was happy for once, and she couldn't wait for the darkness to embrace her.

The curtains have now drawn. She thought, the darkness filling the edges of her vision, but when she thought the peacefulness of death had arrived, she couldn't ignore the numb feeling of something grabbing her, pulling her not further down, but up.

Her head felt like lead, her limbs like stone, unmoving. She thought for a start that she was gone, as she felt so light, light as a feather, floating to what she thought was a better place. But when her senses came to her, the feeling of the crisp damp air filling her nostrils, she knew she hadnt been given such peace just yet.

She didn't dare open her eyes, for she wished she had died, before she had sensed that someone had saved her, unfortunately. She was still in and out of passing out, her body swaying with each step the person took, the slouching of water below them.

She wanted to cry and curse the person for finding her, for allowing her this chance of living for longer, all she wanted was to be cursed, and whoever had saved her, just wanted to see her suffer just a bit longer.

She had come to know what she was being carried, carefully and quietly, as if the person was being careful not to wake her. She could feel the hands supporting and holding her, carrying her bridal style out from the water and somewhere where there was grass.

This isn't real. I'm going to be killed. Something was odd, and this person hadn't put her down yet. When the cloudiness of her head had begun to fade, was when she felt the heaviness of her lungs weighing her down, and she spluttered up the remnants of murky green bile from her throat.

When she was coming around was when she heard the small... jingle of approval, like the person holding her was happy that she had come around, else wise she was confused as to why she had heard a jungle of bells to begin with.

She groaned, her E/C eyes fluttering open, when she found that her face was pressed against something soft, almost silky, like the ruffles of...-

No, it can't be. There was something damp and crumpled about the clown's outfit, and she couldn't bare to look at it, wishing she had just remained unconscious before the clown would kill her.

She whimpered, but she didn't try to get out of its grasp, holding her like it was the hold of a nurturing mother, false. "Hush." she heard it's raspy voice speak, and it must've sensed her coming around. She whimpered not from fear, but from the pain of a headache forming, making her feel stiff and sore to all beliefs.

She didn't fight, nor struggle, the lulling of rest was telling her so, as her head almost on its self fell to rest against its ruffles, and she could feel the darkness beginning to fall upon her eyes, telling her it was best to rest and worry about everything later.

A/N:

SO, you've been taken in by the clown - congrats! (or if you don't see that as a good thing, what a shame!) Hope you enjoyed this chapter: SEE YOU SOON!