All my life, I've been called fat, ugly, slutty and for nothing. I get up and get dressed. I put on a white hoodie and black skinny jeans. I leave my jet black hair out. I go to the kitchen and grab my favorite pocket knife. I slice one deep cut into my wrist. Only today it didn't feel that complete. I let it bleed for about 2mins, it didn't satisfy. I go to my parents room. Maybe cutting one of them will make me feel better. I creep over to my mom. She's always calle dme fat and said that I was a disgrace to the family. I put the knife up to her neck and one slice. She died. Feels good, but it might feel better if I do it to my dad. He's always said that I would be a prostitute living out on the streets jsut trying to sell my body off to some old ass preverts.
'HE IS WRONG!' I jab the knife into his neck. Feels uch better now, but what about my little brother? He is a huge brat and always have stuck his tongue out at me. He's lied abotu me. Saying I took his toy and some shit. I go and look at him.
"Hey Peter. Peter wake up." I whisper to him. He opens his eyes.
"Go away you poopie." He calls me.
"What you say?" I asked.
"Go away you poopie!" He said louder and clearer. I take my knife and jab it into his stomach and pull it out. He starts to cry. I see my older sister Harriette comes into his room. I was sitting next to him on his bed.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU DO TO HIM?!?!?!" She yells.
"I shut him up." I grinned. It felt so good.
"You look high or some shit, because your eyes are all red and glowy." She said. "IM CALLING THE FUCKING COPS!!!" She yelled and pulled out her phone. I threw my knife at her it hit into her shoulder. She cried out in pain.
"Calling the cops is a bad idea, I think you need to be shut up too." I say pulling my knife out of her shoulder. I put right into her mouth. Moving it around to cut every inch. Her body eventually goes limp like Peter's a few minutes ago.
I take my knife and put it in my pocket. I put both of my hands into my pocket to. Wow my white hoodie was bloody. I shrug and I head outside to walk to school. I head into m classroom and don't sit down. I get glares from all my classmates. Only the ones who bully and make fun of me snicker and talk bad about me.
"Miss Christi please sit down." My teacher asked. I shook my head no.
"Did you just say no? I will call your parents if you say no one more time." She threatened.
"My parents got killed this morning." I grinned evily.
"Then why are you smiling?" She doubted me. Why the hell would she doubt me.
"Do you think I'm lying?" I asked curiously.
"Yes in fact I do now go to your seat I'm calling your parents." She snorted.
"Call my parents and if they don't pick up I stat where I am or I go and sit where oyu normally sit. If they do I'll do extra credit work all day and sit down." I challenged.
"Deal." She dialed up my parents cell and their home. No answer.
"This is what you get for doubting me and calling me a liar!!!" I yell and run up to her desk forcing my hand into her face pulling out one of her eyeballs. I throw it at one of the female bullies and she shrieks.
"OMFG!!! SHE IS A DRUG ADDICT LOOK AT HER EYES!!!!" One of the other girls scream running out of the classroom. I jump ontop of her before she could make it out the door and pull out m knife jabbing it into her upper back. I pull it out and target the rest of the bullies giving them the same treatment. I run into various classrooms killing my bullies or my teachers t'ill I saw my last bully running away. Carly. She teased ever since PK. I run after her. We were at a dead end of a street and I was right in front of her. With all of my anger I take my knife and...someone tugs on my hair.
"Hey what's the big d-" I stop their. I see one of my most favorited Creepy Pasta characters Smile the dog.
"There is no need to kill this girl, what has she done to you?" Smile grined.
"She beat me up yesturday and she needs to pay!" I yell He thinks for a moment.
"Well then Kiara go ahead, I'm nto stopping you." He said and I started to stab her.
He told me that Slenderman wanted me to join the Creepy Pasta army. I happily agreed and that is how I became Kiara The Killer.
