" i'm not scared to die, i'm a little bit scared of what comes after "
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For the past three weeks, he was doing nothing but scarring me of-course. I've never been so scared in my life.
After the tragic moment of my mother funeral, I came back home. All I could think about was who payed for my mothers funeral. Who was those people crying at my mothers funeral. People didn't exactly know I was there since I hid behind a tree and watched them buried my mother next to her husband.
"No one knew she had a daughter.Which means no foster care for me." I sighed, softly. But how come they didn't know?
I waited for everyone to leave so I can talk to my mother and father alone.
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It was dark, no electric bill payed means no more electricity for you.
I lit up some candles and swore to myself that even if I wanted to use the bathroom, hold it in and save it for later.
Because the 'Charlie, charlie, are you there?' has freaked me out.
Tomorrow I'll use my mother money and pay the bill. My mother was rich but she didn't show it. They also loved to save and my mother was obsessed with doing DIY's.
I opened the door, with a candle in my hand and settled it on my dresser.
A crimson liquid was covering my bed, staining my sheets and pillows. The walls were also spotted with the red substance.
I didn't need to smell or touch it to know if it was blood. It's metallic smell fill my nose and I struggled not to vomit.
I stared at my bed, the blood on it looked very sticky and dry. I couldn't hold it anymore, I bent down and vomit on the now crimson floor.
"Why are you gagging? This has your blood in it too."
What? I looked around to see a dark figure standing by the corner.
"What do you want?" I asked harshly, wiping my mouth.
"Oh, nothing. Just here to say these are your mother's blood. No biggie, right?"
My face shot right up, which made him smirk.
"You are a monster!" I spat, facing the other way as I felt him walking closer.
He knelt to his knees and put his knife to my chin demanding I look at him. I obeyed him and he did his creepy smile again.
He kissed my forehead again and I looked at him in shock. He's so creepy!
"That's who I am. It's none of you're business. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go right now."
"Wait-" I yelled and he stopped dead in his tracks. "I can't stay here." I begged and he turned around slowly.
"You're a really stupid girl, aren't you?"
"Listen to me you're only to stay here for one day then you pay your fucking bills. Do I make my self clear?"
"Clear as water." Those words came out freely without me noticing, I covered my mouth with my free hand and he chuckled softly.
We were walking faster and he grabbed ahold of my wrist tighter.
"You are stupid." He stated as if he wanted me to disagree which I didn't.
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Me: *RUNS UP TO JEFF AND ELEANOR* I SURVIVED 2012!!!
Jeff: And so did I now move along.
Me: hey, aren't you Je----
Jeff: Shhhhhh... She can't know my name.
Eleanor: you know his name? Tell me!
Jeff: don't or I'll kill you.
Me: *put pointer finger on lips and try to act as pll* I got a secret, can I keep it? I swear this one I'll save. I'll lock it in my pocket keeping this one to the grave.
Eleanor: NOOO WAIT OH FUCK IT
Jeff: ONLY I CAN CURSE *stabs heart* jk
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bye-bye
My sweets
Jeff's behind you
O.o
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Creepy pasta
Fanfiction(The Boy Who Murdered Love" I fell in love with the boy who murdered love and broke every piece of my black stoned heart. {Will be going through some major editing soon..!..} WARNING: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN!
