#yellowroom

Yellow bedroom.

Chambre jaune.

Note: This is a small Story about my OC Forsythia Willows or The Baroness of Yellow. Who is Obsessed with the Color... Yellow. This is a bit old since I wrote it a few years back.

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As a child I used to love the color yellow and I'm not ashamed to say I still do, I loved it so much to the point of obsession. I loved how the color radiates with such joy and positivity in one's eyes and I will admire that beauty till the day I die but everything changed.

I Had a Dream when I was 9 years old, a Dream that haunted me for most of my childhood until I became 15 and moved out of Sunnyglove town ; A horrible Dream that keeps on rewriting itself every single night that almost drove me to insanity.

The same Wax figures.

the Same corpses

the Same room

And The Same color

I dreaded going to sleep because I know that dream would never fail to terrify every single cell in my body even though it repeated itself for more than a hundred times, I'd jolt up from my bed every time warm tears falling from my face , my breathing was unsteady and I looked like a wreck.

I would run crying out of my room while screaming because my room is filled with the color yellow. Yellow walls, yellow sheets, yellow carpets, yellow curtains... Everything.

I used to love yellow when I was 5 until I reached 9 where my nightmares started to rise.

I'd fall asleep during class because I couldn't sleep the night before that, and still I'd have the same dream everytime I close my eyes I'm 19 now and the nightmares stopped but it glued to my mind forever for eternity.

10 Years Ago.

Forsythia A little blonde girl wearing a yellow sundress opened her eyes only to be greeted by an unfamiliar room with nothing but the color yellow.

Her evergreen orbs scanned the room in confusion as she slowly stood up from the yellow floor, the room was empty but it wasn't dull because the color yellow brightened up the mood.

The little girl squealed in delight admiring the room with such adoration, a bright smile graced her innocent face as she skipped through the halls humming her favorite tune while looking at her favorite color.

She stopped on her tracks when she heard muffled screaming from the door she had passed by, the little girl was clearly confused since she could have sworn it Wasn't there when she passed by.

This time she heard muffled groaning from the other side and it sounded like someone was in horrible pain.

Out of pure curiosity she placed her hand on the door knob but the door melted out of her grasp into cold liquid and she jumped back a scream escaping her plump lips.

She heard the noise again and when she looked up her eyes widened to see that she was already in the room she was supposedly about to enter seconds ago.

And to her surprise she saw dozens of human sized wax dolls, she gasped as she stared at their beautiful woven dresses . The dolls had everlasting beauty and the little girl herself wished she could have the same beauty the dolls infornt of her held. The dolls were almost the same size and height as her but unfortunately her height wasn't as gifted as her angelic face was. The most impressive thing for little her was that, the wax dolls were colored yellow .

Groaning came from the dolls and Forsythia jumped back. Lips quivering and hands shaking she tilted her head to the side as her eyes scanned the room to see if the groaning came from the dolls and soon her eyes landed on the brunette.

Forsythia slowly took baby steps towards the brunette doll with a beautiful yellow evening dress, she reached out to touch the doll's dress but she was rudely interrupted by a high pitched scream.

The girl snapped her head to the right where the scream was heard and there she saw on the distant side of a room, a little girl who seemed to be the same age as her strapped on a metal bed and there were metal buckets above her. The substance in the bucket seemed to be boiling hot because of the heat it was producing.

Slowly the bucket was tilted just enough for its substance to pour out if it's container and onto the little girl on the strapped metal bed.

The little girl scream, trashed, begged and cried when the substance hit her pale skin and the substance was now recognized as wax.

The little girl cried for help as the wax burned through her skin Forsythia backed away her voice was stuck in her throat, tears were cascading down her cheeks as she trembled in utter fear.

The little girl on the metal bed stopped screaming when her entire body was now covered with wax her pale skin was now replaced by yellow wax. And now Katie only heard groaning. The groaning she heard from the dolls before.

' Heeeelppp! '

Forsythia turned around to see the brunette doll she approached before but the doll's once beautiful features were gone. The brunette screeched and yelled in pain as it tore through it's wax skin bit by bit and it screamed every single time it tore another piece of wax on her flesh revealing bloody muscles and nerves.

The yellow floor had droplets of blood until the floor was covered in blood.

Forsythia stumbled back and started running but it was too late, the blood on the ground had swallowed her whole , from her legs up to her head she was struggling to be set free but it devoured her whole.

Silence

Silence

Nothing but deafening silence.

Forsythia trembled on her position and saw that she was on one of those metal beds, her wrist and feet were tightly strapped and the only thing she could move freely was her neck.

Forsythia started sobbing as she tried squirming and pulling her hand attempting to slip from the straps but it was futile, she was tightly binded .

She turned to her left and saw another child a male child this time but once she had realized that...the child was almost lifeless a scream of horror tore out from her throat after seeing the boy's state.

The poor child beside her had hose inserted in his stomach , his nose and his mouth.

The little boy was clearly crying and had already lost hope and was waiting for his demise.

It was as if he was begging for death to harbor his soul and set him free from this unspeakable torture.

Forsythia heard laughter as the hose rose up filled with thick yellow substance, the little boy started choking and crying harder as the substance went inside his body.

Forsythia couldn't do anything but watch with bloodshot eyes as the boy's stomach became bloated, the boy's eyes were filled with his blood overflowing from his body and his finger nails suddenly came off,his blood came gushing out if his fingers.

Forsythia started hyperventilating she forgot how to breathe and she wanted to puke; she choked on her hiccups, she was violently shaking thinking she would be next.

The little boy's stomach started rising and rising until his stomach exploded and there wasn't blood anymore but.

Yellow paint.

The substance that was forced into his body was paint and now he had no blood remaining for it had already been forged out by the yellow paint replacing his blood

His guts came flying out as well a as well as other organs and his eyes were now pooling up with yellow paint.

Forsythia heard footsteps coming her way and she noticed a figure approaching her but her eyes were filled with tears for her to clearly see that person's face. Suddenly they started speaking.

" Don't you love yellow like I do!? Hehe hehe! I'll paint the world yellow even if that's the last thing I'd do! Now little girl it's your turn----"

Forsythia struggled to be let loose from the metal bed sweating and trembling in fear as she let out the loudest blood cuddling scream as she shook her head vigorously.

PRESENT DAY

That Nightmare was the hell I had to go through for years and now I'm an adult and I'm proud to say that the dream had stopped.

But I couldn't abandon my love for the color yellow and I never stopped loving it at all even though I was sent through hell with that color even when it had pushed me to the edge of insanity I never stopped loving that evil color at all.

The dreams had stopped and the mastermind of all those deaths in my dreams is I someone I know.

Someone I knew all along since the day I was born and I didn't notice it until I reached 19 years old .

I had those strange urges to do the same things the person in my dream did it was enticing , because....

Before

After