So the next few weeks after that everone was afraid of me. It was cool i geuss. But i was still dealing with problems at home. So i decided that every night i would slice a mark into my brothers skin until the day i really wanted to kill them.
For a few months i was pretty chill and i went unnoticed for a while. Then they started picking on me again. I didnt cry i didnt foght them i just left them to do what they want because i knew that one day i would get revenge and it wont be pretty.
After about three monthes of that i ran away to plan the attack and no one missed me not even my boyfriend but who cares i dont. He q as a gay ass loser anyway. ( a/n sorry if this affended any one. Im not against them. Its just part of the story.)
I came back three weeks later and called my self blade. Ya so that was year 9.
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The death of you
Horrorhave you ever wounderd what it would be like to have someone elses heart in your hands, to see their blood spilt on the floor, to taste the taste of blood. their blood. well i have and this is my story.
