***************************WARNING****************************
This mentions murder, suicide, and mental issues. Please don't read if this triggers or makes you uncomfortable
I didn't mean to kill her.
The blood was on my hands, but I kept thinking it was ketchup. I don't even know what happened. One minute I was at home, eating lunch, and the next I was in her house, with her blood all over me and my clothing.
I still see her to this day, and no matter how hard I scrub, the blood won't wash away. There are new people in that house, I heard. They're lovely people, with two kids. It's as if nothing even happened.
People still avoid me, understandably so. I mean, I have something inside of me that's just pure evil. I wish I could understand what's wrong with me. The doctors couldn't help me, my parents (bless their souls).
As I sit here, wandering, I hear a ringing in my ear, almost so faint it could be compared to a dog whistle.
"JANICE" a cold voice screamed, causing me to quickly swing to the right. But... there was nothing. I was alone, standing on the side of the road. Shaking, not having a single clue on what was/just happened.
"Janice" the cold voice said again, this time a whisper. It sounded like it was behind me, but there was no-one there.
"Who-who's there?" I asked aloud. No-one answered. Where am I hearing this? Can it be stopped? Maybe all those kids were right. I was too evil for this world.
I took a deep breath to clear my head and stepped onto the side and jumped to my eternal doom and ending.
(I thank the people who helped me make this in my class and gave me feedback on what I was writing. If you have any fun story starters or stories, feel free to share!)
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Historia CortaI'm planning to put any and all stories I write in my creative writing class here. I will put warnings if there is anything that might trigger or make anyone uncomfortable.
