Creepy pasta

Chapter V - Sadness

- (Song: Hollywood Undead- Believe
- (Night-core bc real didn't work)
- (I still do like night-core)

Nothing could make the pain go away. He hurts me, makes me feel broken, and most of all he made my heart turn from okay to complete sadness.

Someone paid off the electric bills and when I went to my room, I thought I would have to clean it up with lots of Clorox. But my face widening in shock as I saw no blood.

Not one drip of stain. It's like I made the whole thing up. My room looked exactly how I left it before I came back from the funeral.

No, I wasn't hallucinating. I know how it smells and looks. He must of cleaned it.

My moms murderer cleaned it? Uh, no I'm just insane. I began to cry again and couldn't control because it got worse.

I'm alone;

Nobody would offer me a hand and ask,"Are you okay?" But even if they did I'll still lie to them and say I'm fine.

I drowned in my tears, this not what I wanted to happen. I knew that I didn't have the best of mother but she was the only thing I've got. She made me here and kept me, so why wasn't I grateful.

Earlier today, they're was a call coming from my phone this morning.

Guess who?

No, of-course not. It was the principal administrator, he stated that it was a must to go school even after the incident. I had no choice. They told me  to tell my adult supervisor that they don't have to worry about bills or anything. At least my school cares about me.

I knew he was somewhere in my house, waiting for night-time to occur, to sexually abuse me (well, not that way).

No sexual at all, I was kidding. He only hurts me and makes sure I feel pain.

But why pain only?

And when I glance at the wall. It had something written in a different language I didn't understand.

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- The Next Day-

I grabbed my book and headed to class, avoiding my classmates stares. I wasn't bullied or anything but I just didn't feel as if I fit in here. They were all talented, and me I only loved to dance and sing solo. I never spoked about my talents, because then I have to prove it and I was your typical shy girl.

Someone tapped my shoulder, and I turned around to face a guy. He was good-looking too.

"I'm sorry about you're mother. If you need anything don't cry, just come to me."

I give him a fake smile and simply said 'Okay', my voice was very dry, that was probably the only thing I said all day.

From all the starring my parents murderer gives me, I could've tell he was starring at me.

I turned around and faked another smile, "Why are you starring at me?" I asked, and he chuckled.

"How'd you know?" I looked away, and said softly.

"I have eyes behind my head too." He smiled and rested his face in his palm.

"You're weird." He said, starring deeply into my eyes.

"So I've been told." I stated, and he frowned. "Not in that way. In a good way." He said, chuckling as he laid back against his chair.

"What's your name?" I asked, and wiggled his eyebrows before saying, "Corbin. Corbin Willow."

"Oh, well Corbin my name is Eleanor Drew." He smiled lightly, and came close to my face.

"You're pretty, sweetie." He had dirty blonde hair and the same greenish grey eyes as me, except I was a brunette.

I noticed how close we were and back up a little, "You're nice I guess." I said, making it less awkward.

"Come sit with me at lunch, okay?"

"Why? You sure you won't mind a girl siting next by you're friends as you guys talk about weird pervy stuff." He nodded his head, and I gave him a real smile.

"Now that's a real smile." How'd he know? "You're always faking a smile, but you see that one right there. That's cute."

I looked away, trying not to blush. Because I, Eleanor Drew do not blush.  "Aw, you're blushing. That's also cute."

"No, stop that. I'm not. It's just really hot." I said. He put his hands up in defense and said, "Okay, okay."

The bell sounded and I got up, smiling to my self.

He put his hand on my shoulders and whispered softly, "Meet me at lunch, okay?" I nodded.

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"Yeah, and I dumped that PEICE of shit later on. All she ever say is, buy me this buy me that." One of his friends said and everyone chuckled.

"Hey, Corbin! I didn't noticed you brought company here." He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

"What's you're name, cutie?" I told him and he smiled as he patted my back gently. "Welcome to the group!"

After like ten minutes, Corbin pulled me away from the group and we sat alone. I wasn't really good at talking because of my awkwardness and stubbornness, so he started the conversation and it ended well.

As the bell sounded, angry teachers yelling at the freshman's to go to class, Corbin, he gave me his number. I looked at the piece of paper in shock, but when I looked up he left.

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I invited Corbin into my house and he accepted to come over. I had my reasons the first one was, he's so sweet. And the second one, because of my parents murderer.

We watched movies, made desserts, and we played monopoly.

It was really fun having a friend over.

But once it was done, he had to leave.

He notices my reaction, when he said that he had to leave, and asked me what's wrong.

"It's nothing, you're leaving early that's all."

"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you." He said and kissed my forehead lightly. A smile crept my face and I couldn't imagine anything else but him.

I thought for a quick second that the world was giving me a break. I had the time to shine bright like a diamond.

I knew I was dead wrong when the familiar voice spoke. I was surprised by the abrupt change of my emotions.

My emotions was filled with; anger and also sadness because when I thought my life would change forever, it didn't.

He came out from where he was hiding, and held his knife tightly by his hips as he walked slowly.

"Who was he and why was he here?" I gulped, no words would come out.

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A/N- *sighs* I love this story. I wonder who's writing it in real life. She must be beautiful. And she got 106 reads.... Wow she must be really amazing..

Me:*JUMPS OUT WINDOW* shh, rule number one, never say his name.

Eleanor: ...... um, okay?

Jeff: bish, that's only for demons.

Me: oh, okay then. His name is CornBitch!