Slides

"Don't go on the slides! Unless you want to end up like me. Lost, exhausted, given over to death. You know, you may have the greatest instinct for self-preservation, but after a few hours in this Magic Land of Joy, you'll just be waiting for death to set you free.
My name is Alex. That Alex. That's right Alexis Juliet (yes I have two names) but no one calls me that. I recently turned thirteen. The fateful day, the day I've been here: 11/23/2013.
Once we went to the water park with my parents. Me, my parents and my five-year-old little brother. I did not want to. In the end, it turned out like it always does: the parents went to the hot tub and told me to watch the five-year-old brat. That's how I perceived him then. They were nicer to him than they were to me when I was young. I wish it could be returned!
Matyáš first ran into the wild river. Who knows how many times I had to save him. Then I managed to convince him to go elsewhere. He ran down some stairs to the cistern: those are the slides that end in a bowl with a hole in the middle. Maty jumped there. I had to follow him.
Everything seemed fine the whole time. Until I fell into the pool. Everything seemed dark, empty and uninhabitable. There was a slight flow of water in this pool, about four meters deep. She carried me across the channel into the lazy river. I caught hold of the pink circle and floated. The lazy river was two and a half meters wide, everything, including the ceiling. On the shore there were some kind of porcelain, painted sculptures of red toadstools, and behind them an artificial lawn. I had no idea where I was until I saw a sign that said 'Magic Pools of Joy'. Even that didn't help me, but I suspected that I would be in some abandoned part of the water park, where I somehow got to by mistake.
I swam like this until I swam in my circle to a bigger pool. Here I was wondering how to get back. At that moment, I saw the glowing eyes of the toadstool and heard: 'Sister! It's me, Mata's little brother! My little sister!’ No, those eyes did not belong to a human. They didn't belong to anything normal. Maybe a demon. I ran down the stairs as far as I could.
That's how I got from the pools to the insufficiently lit playground. Climbing frames, slides and ball pools. I was wandering until I met a girl in a white kimono. She was estimated to be 200, with snow-white skin and waist-length raven hair. She covered her mouth with tiny hands with narrow fingers. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and whispered, 'Girl, am I beautiful?' I was afraid to offend her, so I replied, 'Yes, miss, you are beautiful'. She uncovered her mouth and showed me her mouth, slit up to the ears. 'And now?'. 'Again.'. I was afraid of what horrible things would happen if I offended her. She approached me, pulled out a pair of scissors and cut my mouth open before I could react. I cried out in pain, blood running down my face. She didn't do it very carefully, so I survived. I wandered and died of hunger and thirst.
Then I saw a creature that looked a bit like a human. It had yellow, seemingly slimy skin with blood stains, red lines instead of eyes, and crooked lines of the same color instead of a mouth. He was holding a balloon in his hand. He laughed in a hoarse voice. But it didn't sound like a happy laugh at all. More like the laugh of a maniac.
I ran away from him and went and went and went until I settled in this long slide. I found a kind of notebook of an explorer of abandoned buildings, warm clothes, a backpack with food and drink, a camera and a pencil.
So now I'm writing this text on a torn piece of paper. Hopefully someone will find it and warn others not to climb into slides or abandoned buildings.
I hear footsteps. 'Sister, here's Mata's little brother!' he interrupts me suddenly. I will take a look; A man with red skin and black wings in armor, in each hand-”
I'm thinking. She was a thirteen-year-old girl Alex, I was a thirteen-year-old boy Alex. We both got here on the fourth Saturday in November, as I found out with the help of my cell phone. I took a picture of the paper and sent it to almost everything I have on my mobile phone. During this, I noticed notifications like 'Saša, I'm coming for you' from all applications.
I hear footsteps.