My Little Lullaby

You don't know me

Hey, I'm Lullaby. You won't know my name until later on, when you get to know more about me. So, as of now, you will know me as Lullaby-no more, no less.

Pretty much, above all, apparently, I'm an ignorant bitch who has no emotions. Well, for all of you who said that I'm-Sorry, I need to calm myself. Before I get into any more details, you'll need to know my story first.

I was walking home from school today. Another, day of torcher chamber for little miss me.My whole entire fucking life sucks ass. As I trudged up the steps to my house, I heard shouting-my parents were getting at it again.

They would wake up, go to work, come home and fight. But nooo, as soon as I got home, they'd stop fighting and have sex in the middle of the living room. I shoved my key in the door and walked in, ignoring the volger

sounds coming from my parents. No matter where I went, they would chase me down, beat me, and leave me there to suffer in my world of pain. I dragged myself upstairs and onto my laptop. I had never exited out from

the creepypasta website I was reading this morning. I guess you could say I was "obsessed" with creepypasta, but not entirely. The only person I could say I could actually relate to was Jeff The Killer. I hated fire. I had no

friends. I did have my sister, but she killed herself. My parents had completely ignored me since then. But after a while, they had started to get a little bored with their sex every night and totally ignoring me.

So, one day, when I was in my room reading a Jeff The Killer X Reader lemon, they both came in a said they wanted to "speak" with me. So, with my suspicions, I slowly nodded and closed my laptop. I walked over to

them and sat down on my bed, but quickly regreted the decision. My father flipped me over and pinned me down. Meanwhile, my mother cut little cuts into my legs. She repeated this process slowly and painfully. They ignored

my cries of pain and continued to abuse me every day. The more they did it, the more I got used to it. So, every time they hit me, or cut me, afterwards I would always go on youtube, plug in my earbuds, and listen to

Slenderman's Lullaby. It might have been creepy, but creepy was my life back then. I would also listen to the other pasta's lullaby's like Jeff's and Sally's. My favorite was Jeff.

So, as you know how every kid snaps and does something stupid? Well, that's exactly what happened to me. I grabbed the hatchets I had hidden in my closet, and quietly went downstairs. They were, of course, having sex

on the couch.I came up behind them, and swung the blade down on my mother, who was riding my father. They bother had their eyes closed-not when I handled them. As the blade connected with my mother's head, her eyes shot open.

 I could tell she was about to scream. So, with the flick 'o da wrist, I swung the hatchet like a baseball bat and chopped her head off. Her bouncing slowed, as the blood leaked from her decapitated head, my dad's thrusting

slowed, as he said, "Hey, bitch. Why'd you stop?" She didn't answer and he lay there with his eyes closed for a while. Keeping his eyes closed, he raised his hand, as if to slap my mother. But when he swung his hand, he

slapped the air just above her "neck." He tried again, and this time brought his hand down, feeling around on the blood and bone. He slowly opened his eyes and screamed bloody murder. Then he spotted me.

 "You little bitch." He said once he was done screaming. He picked himself up, tossing my mother's body to the side. He stalked toward me, a small pocket knife in hand. He swung at me, at this which I easily dodged.

"How thoughtful of you to consider killing me." I told him gleefully. He flinched slightly, for there was a hint of a demonic echo to my voice. "But you'll regret the decision you just made because you won't be living too much longer, daddy."