OC stories

Life after death

Korosu had finally gotten rid of her parents, the wretched people she never loved. After going on a psychotic killing spree, her insanity stopped controlling her. Korosu looked at what she had done. Her parents, school peers, teachers, dead. They were all gone, never coming back. She went back to the old apartment, and looked around. The place looked like an insane asylum, walls coated in blood, "you died" everywhere, broken glass all over the floors. Korosu didn't know what to do, where to go, anything. She looked at her parents corpses, then her hands. They were covered in blood, others blood. I did this...what am I? {a monster} she knew exactly who was talking, and nodded. I am a monster...{you killed them. You're a horrible monster...} Korosu ran back into her room, looking at the widow. The pane was fixed, small cracks in the sides. She gazed around, everything was the way it used to be. Her bed in the corner, desk, bottles of various alcohol underneath the mattress, a large black box in her drawers. Korosu looked at the window, seeing her reflection. Her hair was splattered with blood, eyes bright red, skin pale and glitching, rings in her lip. Korosu saw the blood, and looked down. "I'm a monster...t-they died...it's all my fault..." she smiled, looking up. "It's all my fault...they're dead! I'm rid of those stupid assholes! They're all dead!" She began laughing, thinking back to all the horrid things they did to her. Carrie, one of Clarissa's "friends", always getting her name wrong and shoving her down. "Can't mess up my old name anymore!" She gripped her dagger, wanting to kill more and more as the seconds passed.
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A year later, Korosu was still in the same apartment, the smell of blood surrounding her. Seventeen at the time, Korosu had given up on anything that involved other people. She had forgotten her old name, no longer considering herself Yasmin. Korosu was nearing the anniversary of her death, the day nobody would remember. Nobody was left to remember it. On that day, Korosu sat in the window ceil, overlooking the town. She thought through what happened a year ago, the pain and hatred she felt. At 5:28 exactly, her forehead started bleeding. Korosu noticed, confused. She felt splitting pain in her head, not seeing what was going on. She covered her forehead, strands of dark brown hair hanging in her face. What's going on?! She ran out of the room, sprinting into the bathroom. Korosu grasped the sink, and looked into the mirror. What she saw made her want to vomit. Her forehead was busted open, literally busted open. Bits of skull were mixed within her torn muscle, a thick stream of blood running down her face. Korosu's eyes were hazel instead of red, her hair dark brown. Her skin wasn't as pale, no glitches in her voice. She looked...human. Korosu felt the pain, exactly like it was. Her head was burning, as was everything else. She gripped the marble, eyes wide. What the fuck is going on?! Why is this happening? Her vision was hazy, body shaking. The pain ran through her, blood dripping onto the floor. She gripped the sink tighter, as memories flooded back to her. Korosu remembered her name, her mothers name, even her father. She snapped towards her room, and watched her death. She saw her mother pushing her out of the window, scared. "What's going on?!" Then she realized it, Korosu was reliving her death. Each moment going by, the pain coming back to her. She felt her body shaking, vision blurry and head spinning. Coughing violently, Korosu fell to the ground. On her hands and knees, she was coughing and gagging. Blood spilled onto the floor, coating the wood. "I-I'm in hell..." She leaned against the wall, pain running through her. For the next couple hours, Korosu went through excruciating pain and violent coughing spells. Finally, the blood flow stopped. Her forehead closed up, and she stopped coughing. Korosu's hair and eyes changed back, the pain melting away. She looked around frantically, scared and confused. After Korosu managed to clean up all the blood, she realized what happened, remembering each detail. She got cleaned off, and went back into her room. Mind racing, Korosu sat on her bed and pulled her knees to her chest. She put her head down, voices filling her ears. Korosu went through an anxiety attack, scared of what had happened. Around three am, she began calming down. Her mind stopped racing, the thoughts leaving her head. Korosu didn't sleep, she just sat on the bed, humming rock music until she calmed down. She was afraid of sleeping, the nightmares would be too severe and she knew it. Her mind buzzed with questions, each one leading to the voices within her head bringing up her mother. Each moment that passed moved slowly, small mutters escaping her lips. Finally, Korosu snapped. "I can't take this anymore..." she grabbed her dagger, going through her window and into the power lines.
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Up until she met Aticm and slender, Korosu worked alone. She lived in the apartment, killed more and more as time passed, hardly slept due to nightmares. She had another two episodes like the one when she was seventeen, each on the same day at the same time. Everything went downhill from there, leading to an addiction to alcohol, cigarettes, and insomnia. She grew stronger as time went on, but mentally grew weaker. She hadn't ever been with anybody, never speaking to anyone else except her victims and herself. While she was eighteen, Korosu tried to stab herself so she could just get away from life, but it didn't work. She didn't die, but Korosu did end up with a large scar in her chest. She came to the conclusion she couldn't ever leave, not unless she felt like it was right. Her mind was destroyed, broken and shattered like a mirror. Only one thing can make her feel alright: Aticm.