Down The Wrong Rabbit Hole (Creepypasta) (1)

Escaping From Hell

I looked up as the nurse opened my cell door, L.J.Doll in her hands. I stood up immediately. I don't know why most people have problems standing up in a straight jacket. It's no different than stand up with your hands tied behind your back.

"Did you sleep well Joker?" She asked. She nicknamed me Joker because of my love fir the monochromatic clown doll. Hey, it's all I had to remind me of L.J and his candy. I looked at her as she smiled and I gave her a pleading look, eyes flicking to my monochromatic clown. She smiled.

"After you shower." I sigh and nod and she leads the way.

I step into the shower cubicle and turn my back to her, waiting for her to unstrap the jacket. She does so and I sigh, stretching my arms out and hearing them pop. She usually lets me stretch and pop my joints. She turns around to give me privacy to undress. I strip quickly and step in, closing the curtain and turning the warm water on. My hair reaches my hips now and it's a real chore to keep it clean. I shower quickly and step out into the waiting towel she has ready for me. We have a routine. She brushes and dries my hair with another towel, while I sit down and talk with my monochromatic clown.

But I haven't spoken since the day I came here five years ago. I close my eyes in bliss as her gentle tugging relaxes me. She leaves to let me get dressed and I put on the grey long sleeve and fuzzy leggings. Then I notice the door is open. My heart pounds. I tears off a piece of paper from a poster in the locker room and grab a pen that was lying around. I scribble a quick note, telling my nurse that I will be okay and not to worry about me. I hold my clown tightly as I make a run for it. The men in white shout after me and I laugh, for the first time in five years as I escape out the door.

I run into the woods, clutching my L.J.Doll to my chest as the branches and bushes tore at my grey clothes. The deeper into the woods I went, the darker it got and the safer I felt. I slowed down, knowing I wasn't being chased anymore. I decided to speak again, only this time in Italian. I spoke to my clown of how I missed his namesake, how I regretted not being able to say goodbye.

I was walking on the balls of my feet, the part of my foot that had the thickest callouses. It had the thickest because I had been walking like that ever since I got to the asylum, knowing that if I were to escape, the forest would be my only chance, and that I wouldn't last very long if I was a tenderfoot. I stopped walking when I heard footsteps that weren't mine. I decided to keep walking. If I was going to find L.J, I needed to walk for as long as possible. I jumped and turned when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around. There was a ghost girl who looked about my age. She had on clothes similar to mine.

"Did you escape and die in here?" I mouthed. She nodded.

"You're going the wrong way." She said, her voice light.

"Oh. Which way?" She pointed north.

"Tis that way, dear friend." I smiled and showed her L.J.Doll.

"I'm looking for him. Thank you." She smiled.

"You are most welcome lass." She turned and floated away and I smiled before walking towards my destination.