Shyanne {a Shyanne creepypasta origin.}

Blood

I went into the bathroom and start a bath. When the water was ready, I grabbed the knife, and got in the tub. I looked at the very sharp knife and smiled without realizing it.

I hover the knife over my arm, and then began cutting in a curve. I loved the feel of a knife cutting through flesh, even if it were my own. My knife didn't cut too deep, but it, once again didn't give me pain. I looked at the red bloody water and smiled happily. I lifted one of my arms up out of the water and watched as blood poured over the sides of the cuts. I laughed happily at the color red. Ever since I was little, my favorite color was always a crimson red, and now I'm happy that I know why.

For a little extra fun, I slightly cut into my stomach and watched more blood pour. I grabbed some stitches and sewed that up since I knew I would make it around too well.

Most people cut their arms because they're depressed, but me? I cut to see that beautiful crimson liquid. I craved to see that blood, and I couldn't explain why. I washed my cuts so they wouldn't bleed anymore, and then put on a sweatshirt. I have no reason to wash my eye from the blood, because like I found out earlier, I look pretty badass like this.

"Oh Alex!"

"What?" I said to the familiar voice known as Shyanne.

"Imagine killing all of those son of a bitches, especially you know who."

I smiled unintentionally. "That would be amazing. The look of fear on his face was so great it was almost overwhelming."

"I figured you'd think so. So are you in?"

I was confused. "What?"

"In. As in fine with killing everyone who were mean to you. Show them not to mess with you."

"I'm not sure if that would-" I stopped myself. "That sounds great, Shyanne."

"I hoped you'd think so." She told me. And with that, her presence dissapeared. But, of course, I knew she'd be back.