C.T. Chapter three

I took a step back, covering my mouth as I read the words over and over again, trying to make sense of them. What was so special about MY blood that she needed so bad to become 'real'. I groaned as I held my head, trying to sort things out in my mind again, before realizing people would see the blood. I quickly grabed paper towels, turning on the sink and wetting them before wiping the mirror quickly, but there was a problem....the blood wasn't coming off...it looked so fresh, I could see it still sliding down, but it wouldn't come off. Suddenly I decided to use my hand, wondering if it would do anything, and it did. It came off easily, but then it stuck to my hand, and I couldn't get it off. I panicked, even if I did wear my gloves, they were fingerless and people would still see. I bit my lip, rubbing my hands together, making it smear worse, another bad idea. my rationality went out the door as I suddenly started wiping it on the sink, it coming off easily, I lost even more touch when I smeared the letters on the mirror, no longer thinking as I actually started to enjoy it, almost like finger-painting as I started smearing it on the walls, though making sure the main text was no longer there, but after I was done with that I continued having fun with the blood. Some reason finding the gore amusing now, something that was definitely not me. I felt my lips twist into a smile as I stared at my work.

"only MY blood can make C.T. real" I looked in the mirror, my eyes purple and green and my hair brown, my skin patched up of different colors like an old stuffed bear, ears included. Just like C.T.. I would have frowned, but I couldn't, my mouth was sewn in a twisted smile. But I didn't worry, I almost liked it as I simply stared, admiring my new look, posing and giggling to myself, coming out rather ghostly as if telepathic, apparently that's how C.T. spoke to me. I suddenly started singing something to myself, something I've never even heard before.
"C.T. wants to cuddle, C.T. needs your blood, C.T. will do anything, To be one of the flood, C.T. has a scythe, C.T. will hunt you down, C.T. is very desperate, She wants your blood NOW, C.T. will do anything, C.T.'s on the prowl, You better run, C.T. is after you, And C.T. won't stop, Til she's done and through, C.T. will find you, and It'll be over for you " I sang it over and over, unable to stop as I started painting with blood again, getting so carried away but not caring at all as I pranced around, painting on the stalls, the windows, writing the words to the song all over it, so obsessed with it. I suddenly ran out of the blood I had with me. I looked around, wondering what to do now that I was out of blood. I suddenly looked in the mirror, finding the blood leaking from my mouth, but instead of just wiping it away from my face, I smeared my face directly to the wall, letting it smear all over my face as well, but I didn't care, I was having too much fun. I continued writing with the blood that came from my mouth, now wiping it from my mouth and using my hands, still singing.
"C.T. wants to cuddle, C.T. needs your blood, C.T. will do anything, To be one of the flood, C.T. has a scythe, C.T. will hunt you down, C.T. is very desperate, She wants your blood NOW, C.T. will do anything, C.T.'s on the prowl, You better run, C.T. is after you, And C.T. won't stop, Til she's done and through, C.T. will find you, and It'll be over for you " I just couldn't stop, caught and wound tight in my blissful insanity like a bug in a cocoon. Suddenly a thought came to my mind as I opened one of the stalls, breaking the toilet paper roll despenser and taking them out, looking around for a moment before I grabbed a broom in the corner, wrapping it up tightly to where it couldn't be undone as I then smeared blood all over it, still singing to myself. I just loved the work I was doing, I stopped to look at it, admiring it as I tilted my head a bit, tilting it with me. I took pride in it, I felt like I'd done a good job as i set it back where I had found it, before blinking, realizing what I had done as I stared again, before looking back in the mirror, still brown haired and patched up like an old teddy bear. I gasped, catching on to what I had done. I backed away, before I blinked slowly, but nothing changed. I shook my head. I COULDN'T be her...I COULDN'T! I knew I couldn't. I held my head as I moaned, not believing what had happened, I read the walls, reading the words.

"C.T. wants to cuddle, C.T. needs your blood, C.T. will do anything, To be one of the flood, C.T. has a scythe, C.T. will hunt you down, C.T. is very desperate, She wants your blood NOW, C.T. will do anything, C.T.'s on the prowl, You better run, C.T. is after you, And C.T. won't stop, Til she's done and through, C.T. will find you, and It'll be over for you "

I would have screamed, if I could, but my mouth was sewn shut now, just like hers. I tried pinching, slapping, even punching myself to try and wake up, but I didn't,...I couldn't....because it wasn't a dream....I wanted so bad to scream, but all that came out was a muffled whimper as I started puling at my hair.

"I'm not you....I'm not you....You can't have my blood....you can't have it!! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY BLOOD C.T.!!! IT'S MY BLOOD!!! MYYYY BLOOD!! AND YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!! YOU CAN'T HAVE IT C.T.!!" I screamed in my head, pulling harder at my hair, before I screamed at the top of my lungs, the stitches on my mouth popping as there was a flash of a light. I looked around, the blood was gone, all gone. I slowly turned to the mirror, sighing in relief when I saw my old reflection in it, the bloody words gone, but I still didn't feel quite right. I looked closer into the mirror, and noticed my eyes were a little off color, I blinked, praying so much it was nothing as I quickly washed my hands, before slowly leaving the bathroom, humming to myself.
"C.T. wants to cuddle, C.T. needs your blood, C.T. will do anything, To be one of the flood, C.T. has a scythe, C.T. will hunt you down, C.T. is very desperate, She wants your blood NOW, C.T. will do anything, C.T.'s on the prowl, You better run, C.T. is after you, And C.T. won't stop, Til she's done and through, C.T. will find you, and It'll be over for you.