Shyanne {a Shyanne creepypasta origin.}

Do Over?.....Nah

I opened my eyes to here my alarm clock beeping in its normal annoying tone. Wait-my alarm clock?

I sat up. I was in my room...in the apartment.

What the fuck?!

I went to my closet and all of my clothes were clean; not a drop of blood on them. I walked over to my bedside table, and there was my phone. The messages about my death must have been deleted. I looked down at the clothes I had on. No blood.

"Get your ass up, I'm not taking you to school!"

I jumped. Is that.....Anthony? I walked into the kitchen, it was. Wait....isn't he dead?

"Where's....mom?"

"She's at work, dumbass," he told me. My hands clinched at that comment. I saw my knife sitting on the counter. I grabbed it. I could feel my eyes turn red as the bloodlust rushed through me.

I raised my knife and stabbed him in the same place I had before. He scream, so I cut his neck and cover his mouth.

"For a friend of mine," I told him and cut a smile on his face.

I grabbed my backpack and put some clean clothes on. I put extra clothes into my backpack as well as my knife. I grabbed my phone and its charger. I forced my eyes to go back to blue and ran outside to get on my bus; attempting to look as traumatized as possible. Though it was hard, since killing him gave me such a rush. If Anthony was still alive, then I had some deeds to do at school. I smiled as I got on my bus.

When I got off of my bus, I tripped again and many kids laughed at me. As I walked past them, I smiled at them with my "special smile". The looked at me in terror and I laughed. I stayed in the girls' bathroom, and when those two girls came in, I didn't change the way I killed them, just like I didn't for anyone else.

After I killed everyone, Shyanne offered the same abandoned house and I refused.
Then, I blacked out again.

When I woke up, I was in a room surrounded by mirrors. There was a girl in a mirror showing me what I am and what I'm turning into. I stabbed the mirror and watched as crimson liquid poured from the cracks in the glass.

Stabbing the mirror gave me a odd feeling of peace before I blacked out again.