It was raining. A violent storm had rolled into a small town over night and now it was nonstop raining. A flash of lighting followed by thunder shook a house. The house was a grey double story. On the second story in a room at the back of the house, there was a girl. She had ocean blue eyes, medium length blonde hair, and tan skin. She was one if the prettiest girls alive. She was 17 year old. She sat crying in the corner of her room. Her eyes bloodshot from the crying she had been doing. Her door was closed, but she could hear muffled voices arguing downstairs. Her father had been coming home drunk for the past few days cause he was laid off of his job. Her mother was upset at him for losing his job, even though it wasn't his fault. They would argue for hours, and there would even be physical fighting. But this time it was different, her father was more drunk than usual. The girl heard her father coming up the stairs and go into her parents room. After a few moments of suspenseful silence, there was a scream followed by a gunshot from downstairs. Immediately the girl knew her mother had died. She heard her father coming up the stairs, and he soon ran into her room. There was blood splattered across his face and chest. He walked over to her and pulled her by her hair onto her bed. He laid on top of her, holding her arms above her head with one hand, which was holding the gun. With his free hand he began to slide it up her inner thigh, and then slowly up her jean shorts. She tried to scream, but her father head butted her, then forced his lips on hers to conceal her scream. She felt his tongue inside her mouth, so she bit down hard. Her father reeled back and screamed in pain. He hit her hard with the back if his hand across her face. His grip on her hands loosened a bit, and she took that opportunity. She quickly pulled her arms down and hit her father square in the face. He fell off the bed and she quickly ran for the door. Her father grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the floor. He quickly got up and stood above her and aimed the gun at her chest. Three rounds fired off and hit her square dead center of her chest. She laid motionless for a while. Satisfied that she was dead her father tossed the gun aside and left the house. After a minute or two the girl quickly sprang back to life, gasping for air. Two of the bullets had pierced her lungs, the other had clipped her heart. Blood was seeping through her shirt and onto the carpet. She slowly dragged her body over to her mirror and placed her fingers on her wounds and began to use her blood to write on her mirror.
"I'm sorry Ace. I tired to be strong like you, but I failed. Keep your head up and don't stop fighting." ~Sarah.
As she wrote that last letter she took her last breath and died. Her eyes were closed, and what looked like a small smile was on her face.
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The Taste of Blood
FanfictionOne event can change your whole life. And for Ace, that day was on his birthday. But little did he know, he would never be the same afterwards. This is a fanfic. I do not own any of the Creepypastas. Please no hate comments.
