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The second the skull collides with the wall, darkness is immediate along with the feeling of falling. With a few twists I can feel my fall picking up a great deal of speed. It is then that I realize that I am falling head first and if this is real it could be really bad. I try to look around but everywhere I look there is nothing but darkness, with one more rotation of the body, everything comes into view, from the look of things I am falling right towards the hill with the swing, with panic in place I manage to flip my body, but that does little for the impact, I still go sliding right across the face of the hill, earning myself a few cuts and scraped but nothing new to me. I groan as I push myself up at least enough to sit. Then I hear it, that annoying spine chilling little giggle and the voice that follows, "Well, very undeserving of your name…You lack any grace. Do make sure to sit like a lady…" I realize my posture at her comment and correct myself. "What are you doing here anyway? Not that it matters, you are late anyway." I look at her quizzically.

"Late what are you talking about, the time here is as still as the events of the carnival." I look around there doesn't seem to be anything that I have missed. I know that I am here because of hitting my head. That much I remember that and another trivial argument in the real world. I just glance around one more time as she chuckles as my eyes catch the large building. Large stain glass windows, huge arches, almost looks like a church…However anything religious in this world doesn't seem possible so it must be something else.

"I see the new addition has caught your eye…" I look back at her and slowly nod this is something new to me. New additions of this size are rare and far apart. The last one that I can think of is the hospital but that is over three years old, at least in the real world time. "Think of that as an archive…Your way of processing things…With new confusions it takes on a more grand appearance and more room in your world, but I will take you through it…You at least won't be alone." I glance at her giving her a knowing glance and she chuckles. "I know little comfort right…"

I growl rubbing my head, "Something tells me I would be better off alone, but all the same…Maybe you can offer something, so come on…" I say struggling to get up and then head in the direction of the building. Once we hit the doors, I look back at her and she nods. I try to push my face to the glass to see anything on the inside, but there is nothing. This must be a black out window. I can hear a dark chuckle….Not sure if it is from within my world or from outside my body….Either way I took the gold handle in my hand and throw the door open. It is quiet in here, all the noise of the carnival outside is kept out, and somehow this quiet puts me on edge and a shudder runs right down my spine…I look around at the large glass cases each one displaying one thing…each one I know but don't all the same remember. It is like everything in here is far disconnected with the here and now. I look at the little girl in purple noticing how in here she is different. Her dress is perfect, her hair falls in those dark curls, all the cracks and damage on her body is gone or not visible, yet as she walks she is fading in and out. I think that she is trying to pull a runner on me and I mumble, "Don't you even think about it."

She whips around on me, a look in her eyes like I have never seen before as she yells at me. "I can't hold it all together in here okay?!" She looks around looking for anything to explain this or help me understand as she tells me, "I am not exactly welcome or part of this…So shut up and just try to get this over with quick and painless for everyone…" with that she is completely gone from my view and I walk on feeling around the area she had just been in, but there was nothing there. A hollow voice that matches that common to her fills the halls, "You may have to take a different guide for this one." I sigh…this is typical of her…she never hangs around always leaving me to fend for myself but from what I can tell at least on this floor I am alone here.

I go over to the first case, the one closest to the door and look at the pictures, and flowers scattered all around the bottom…there are names and faces that have long since faded from my mind. I find it unimportant to hang on to the memories of those that have already moved on and long since forgotten me. These are all memories of a girl long since trapped in a hell all her own and all alone. Then I move onto the next case, the one housing a rather large sapphire necklace, with two small diamonds off on the right side, all resting on a fake clay neck, this was a present. This was gift from my fourteenth birthday, this was when everything began to change and this was the last piece of a girl long since gone, the beauty blinding her to everything it would mean later on. Something at this case makes me want to linger to think back to that girl and try to reconnect but in the other case, the item beckons me to come, as well as the silver sign with the scrawling handwriting, "What was so needed at the time, is what you are later to become." In side this case, there is a charred case of cards, and a yellowish deck is slipping out, the damage done by water and age…This one has a fondness the others did not, as I put my hand on the glass I hear a light cough, like someone clearing their throat and turn my attention to the door way leading to the next room to see her. The little girl clad in pink, the other half of the wicked little purple one, this one is the ideal of perfection.

"This next room is where past meets present…" she is unable to meet my eyes from nerves of what I am feeling, but that is okay…I can't help but smile, she is so innocent and I know that her mouth has never uttered the words of hate of the girl she grows up to be. She is so kind and polite thinking of others never feeling that she is above anything, shyly she presses on, "Do you mind if I tag on with you…" I shake my head not even sure I can talk to her at this moment, there is such a split between me and her but she turn on her heels clicking them into the floor as she heads into the next room. My arms come up in front of me trying to create a wall that does me so little in this world, and a light uneasy feeling creeps into my body but I press on to follow her. The walls in this room are covered by crayon drawing that would seem to be graffiti to anyone but me, but I know they were drawn by the hand of a child that didn't know any better. A little girl who at the time wanted to leave her mark and change anything that could be…Where is she now?

I move up to the first case, it is lower than the ones in the other room, I can rest my hand on the top…I look down into it and stare at the black velvet choker from the haunted house, I know this time what it is. The little heart in the center is still tied with a small black ribbon. The writing on this one is different than the one before, "Not all jokes are meant to be laughed at…" I still can't help but smile. This was a gift from the first person to chase after me, no matter how dark it got, and then stayed by me when he caught up. I can't really take my eyes off it until I spot the next case and move toward it. Inside there is a beautiful hand drawn picture…a keep sake holding the promise of the first real friend I have had in over 9 years….She did not run, at the first sign of a problem or pass her false judgments on me or make up her own sneaking suspicions…she is different… like the signs say, "Close friends…soon become irreplaceable family…"I put my hand on the glass with a slight knock the girl in pink still looking at the pictures on the wall, turns and gives me a knowing smile. The last case in this room has a bloody syringe creepy as it may seem I know who it represents and much like the item he is very misrepresented. The box writing suits him, above "Perfectly" below "imperfect…" …Until I met him I never knew a person could know almost everything and not know what they knew…or say things that were completely true…in such a way they didn't seem right…the door reflected behind the case catches my eyes and I hear the girl groan. "If you go on, then you must go alone…" when I turn to look at her she is gone. I begin to fiddle with what is around my neck…And when I try the door I soon learn what it is for. It is the key.

As soon as I slip past the door, it slams shut. No matter the force I use on it, it will not open allowing me into the other room again, and the creeping darkness below is not enticing me to move forward. I cautiously make my way down the stairs into the large room like the other it is filled with things….Everything from a full size, probably filled coffin, to a dented and mangled gold bird cage, yellow pills falling out of a zip lock baggy. This room holds everything from the worst of my reality to the worst of my fears. The smoke pouring from the back is one of the things that catches my attention…I ignore the cases not even wanting to open that problem and press on. As I enter the room I cover my mouth and nose with my sleeve. The room is clearly a library. There are book on every shelf stacked from floor to ceiling, then I see the problem. A beautiful oak table in the center of the room is on fire…many books are carelessly thrown into it and are burning away into nothing but ash, but they are only a small fraction of the library. Then I see it creeping down one of the isles in my direction it is the fog, the same one from every bad thing in this world. With it comes the dark haired boy, from the haunted house. He glances at me throwing something but I don't even flinch, there is a clang as it sticks itself deep into the wall and a few of my hairs on that side flutter to the floor. He chuckles, "Good girl…But you know the problem with this room…?" I shrug not really wanting to show an emotion that might draw an action from him…He glances around and his stare lands back on me, "All of these volumes, all of these stupid novels…written by a child's hand…a naïve mind…" with that he dumps the arm full of book into the fire, not really seeing what was so bad about what he said I glance around… "You don't get it? They all focus on some happy ending, there is some ending that makes everyone happy…but that isn't reality…no?" with that he reaches into the fire picking up one of the flaming books and hurling it at one of the shelves…when it hits everything bursts into flames like it had been covered in gasoline. The smoke is causing me to pitch and my eyes to burn. The next thing I know there is burning, it is not like the heat from the inferno I am in, but rather right on the skin. I glance and realize just how close he is, and the fact that he is holding one of the burning books right up against the upper part of my skirt. It has burned clear through and is burning the skin. It is starting to blister and reek of the worst smell. He leans in stealing a kiss on my cheek, closer still to my ear he whispers, "Something to remember me by…"

With that it is like he sinks right into the fog and retreats right past me, right around my ankles and out the door. I quickly slump to the floor, glad that he is gone. Tears finally slip loose. I know this fire will spread affecting other rooms, as soon as it can finish burning what is left of my body. Soon as I can no longer stand the pain I let loose a scream, sitting bolt upright. Feeling a hand running through what should now be nothing but stubs of little charred hairs… I look up into large hazel eyes of my good friend, she questions if I am okay…but is only met with something about him being there, and being too late…she pulls me close and allows me to let it out without questioning…knowing she better not bring this up later.

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The second the skull collides with the wall, darkness is immediate along with the feeling of falling. With a few twists I can feel my fall picking up a great deal of speed. It is then that I realize that I am falling head first and if this is real it could be really bad. I try to look around but everywhere I look there is nothing but darkness, with one more rotation of the body, everything comes into view, from the look of things I am falling right towards the hill with the swing, with panic in place I manage to flip my body, but that does little for the impact, I still go sliding right across the face of the hill, earning myself a few cuts and scraped but nothing new to me. I groan as I push myself up at least enough to sit. Then I hear it, that annoying spine chilling little giggle and the voice that follows, "Well, very undeserving of your name…You lack any grace. Do make sure to sit like a lady…" I realize my posture at her comment and correct myself. "What are you doing here anyway? Not that it matters, you are late anyway." I look at her quizzically.

"Late what are you talking about, the time here is as still as the events of the carnival." I look around there doesn't seem to be anything that I have missed. I know that I am here because of hitting my head. That much I remember that and another trivial argument in the real world. I just glance around one more time as she chuckles as my eyes catch the large building. Large stain glass windows, huge arches, almost looks like a church…However anything religious in this world doesn't seem possible so it must be something else.

"I see the new addition has caught your eye…" I look back at her and slowly nod this is something new to me. New additions of this size are rare and far apart. The last one that I can think of is the hospital but that is over three years old, at least in the real world time. "Think of that as an archive…Your way of processing things…With new confusions it takes on a more grand appearance and more room in your world, but I will take you through it…You at least won't be alone." I glance at her giving her a knowing glance and she chuckles. "I know little comfort right…"

I growl rubbing my head, "Something tells me I would be better off alone, but all the same…Maybe you can offer something, so come on…" I say struggling to get up and then head in the direction of the building. Once we hit the doors, I look back at her and she nods. I try to push my face to the glass to see anything on the inside, but there is nothing. This must be a black out window. I can hear a dark chuckle….Not sure if it is from within my world or from outside my body….Either way I took the gold handle in my hand and throw the door open. It is quiet in here, all the noise of the carnival outside is kept out, and somehow this quiet puts me on edge and a shudder runs right down my spine…I look around at the large glass cases each one displaying one thing…each one I know but don't all the same remember. It is like everything in here is far disconnected with the here and now. I look at the little girl in purple noticing how in here she is different. Her dress is perfect, her hair falls in those dark curls, all the cracks and damage on her body is gone or not visible, yet as she walks she is fading in and out. I think that she is trying to pull a runner on me and I mumble, "Don't you even think about it."

She whips around on me, a look in her eyes like I have never seen before as she yells at me. "I can't hold it all together in here okay?!" She looks around looking for anything to explain this or help me understand as she tells me, "I am not exactly welcome or part of this…So shut up and just try to get this over with quick and painless for everyone…" with that she is completely gone from my view and I walk on feeling around the area she had just been in, but there was nothing there. A hollow voice that matches that common to her fills the halls, "You may have to take a different guide for this one." I sigh…this is typical of her…she never hangs around always leaving me to fend for myself but from what I can tell at least on this floor I am alone here.

I go over to the first case, the one closest to the door and look at the pictures, and flowers scattered all around the bottom…there are names and faces that have long since faded from my mind. I find it unimportant to hang on to the memories of those that have already moved on and long since forgotten me. These are all memories of a girl long since trapped in a hell all her own and all alone. Then I move onto the next case, the one housing a rather large sapphire necklace, with two small diamonds off on the right side, all resting on a fake clay neck, this was a present. This was gift from my fourteenth birthday, this was when everything began to change and this was the last piece of a girl long since gone, the beauty blinding her to everything it would mean later on. Something at this case makes me want to linger to think back to that girl and try to reconnect but in the other case, the item beckons me to come, as well as the silver sign with the scrawling handwriting, "What was so needed at the time, is what you are later to become." In side this case, there is a charred case of cards, and a yellowish deck is slipping out, the damage done by water and age…This one has a fondness the others did not, as I put my hand on the glass I hear a light cough, like someone clearing their throat and turn my attention to the door way leading to the next room to see her. The little girl clad in pink, the other half of the wicked little purple one, this one is the ideal of perfection.

"This next room is where past meets present…" she is unable to meet my eyes from nerves of what I am feeling, but that is okay…I can't help but smile, she is so innocent and I know that her mouth has never uttered the words of hate of the girl she grows up to be. She is so kind and polite thinking of others never feeling that she is above anything, shyly she presses on, "Do you mind if I tag on with you…" I shake my head not even sure I can talk to her at this moment, there is such a split between me and her but she turn on her heels clicking them into the floor as she heads into the next room. My arms come up in front of me trying to create a wall that does me so little in this world, and a light uneasy feeling creeps into my body but I press on to follow her. The walls in this room are covered by crayon drawing that would seem to be graffiti to anyone but me, but I know they were drawn by the hand of a child that didn't know any better. A little girl who at the time wanted to leave her mark and change anything that could be…Where is she now?

I move up to the first case, it is lower than the ones in the other room, I can rest my hand on the top…I look down into it and stare at the black velvet choker from the haunted house, I know this time what it is. The little heart in the center is still tied with a small black ribbon. The writing on this one is different than the one before, "Not all jokes are meant to be laughed at…" I still can't help but smile. This was a gift from the first person to chase after me, no matter how dark it got, and then stayed by me when he caught up. I can't really take my eyes off it until I spot the next case and move toward it. Inside there is a beautiful hand drawn picture…a keep sake holding the promise of the first real friend I have had in over 9 years….She did not run, at the first sign of a problem or pass her false judgments on me or make up her own sneaking suspicions…she is different… like the signs say, "Close friends…soon become irreplaceable family…"I put my hand on the glass with a slight knock the girl in pink still looking at the pictures on the wall, turns and gives me a knowing smile. The last case in this room has a bloody syringe creepy as it may seem I know who it represents and much like the item he is very misrepresented. The box writing suits him, above "Perfectly" below "imperfect…" …Until I met him I never knew a person could know almost everything and not know what they knew…or say things that were completely true…in such a way they didn't seem right…the door reflected behind the case catches my eyes and I hear the girl groan. "If you go on, then you must go alone…" when I turn to look at her she is gone. I begin to fiddle with what is around my neck…And when I try the door I soon learn what it is for. It is the key.

As soon as I slip past the door, it slams shut. No matter the force I use on it, it will not open allowing me into the other room again, and the creeping darkness below is not enticing me to move forward. I cautiously make my way down the stairs into the large room like the other it is filled with things….Everything from a full size, probably filled coffin, to a dented and mangled gold bird cage, yellow pills falling out of a zip lock baggy. This room holds everything from the worst of my reality to the worst of my fears. The smoke pouring from the back is one of the things that catches my attention…I ignore the cases not even wanting to open that problem and press on. As I enter the room I cover my mouth and nose with my sleeve. The room is clearly a library. There are book on every shelf stacked from floor to ceiling, then I see the problem. A beautiful oak table in the center of the room is on fire…many books are carelessly thrown into it and are burning away into nothing but ash, but they are only a small fraction of the library. Then I see it creeping down one of the isles in my direction it is the fog, the same one from every bad thing in this world. With it comes the dark haired boy, from the haunted house. He glances at me throwing something but I don't even flinch, there is a clang as it sticks itself deep into the wall and a few of my hairs on that side flutter to the floor. He chuckles, "Good girl…But you know the problem with this room…?" I shrug not really wanting to show an emotion that might draw an action from him…He glances around and his stare lands back on me, "All of these volumes, all of these stupid novels…written by a child's hand…a naïve mind…" with that he dumps the arm full of book into the fire, not really seeing what was so bad about what he said I glance around… "You don't get it? They all focus on some happy ending, there is some ending that makes everyone happy…but that isn't reality…no?" with that he reaches into the fire picking up one of the flaming books and hurling it at one of the shelves…when it hits everything bursts into flames like it had been covered in gasoline. The smoke is causing me to pitch and my eyes to burn. The next thing I know there is burning, it is not like the heat from the inferno I am in, but rather right on the skin. I glance and realize just how close he is, and the fact that he is holding one of the burning books right up against the upper part of my skirt. It has burned clear through and is burning the skin. It is starting to blister and reek of the worst smell. He leans in stealing a kiss on my cheek, closer still to my ear he whispers, "Something to remember me by…"

With that it is like he sinks right into the fog and retreats right past me, right around my ankles and out the door. I quickly slump to the floor, glad that he is gone. Tears finally slip loose. I know this fire will spread affecting other rooms, as soon as it can finish burning what is left of my body. Soon as I can no longer stand the pain I let loose a scream, sitting bolt upright. Feeling a hand running through what should now be nothing but stubs of little charred hairs… I look up into large hazel eyes of my good friend, she questions if I am okay…but is only met with something about him being there, and being too late…she pulls me close and allows me to let it out without questioning…knowing she better not bring this up later.