Creepypasta Story: Sara the Reaper

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I was a little girl with red hair and green eyes before I became what everyone calls a monster. I was seven when I heard my parents fighting one night. That night was one I could never forget.

"My kids are mistakes Hannah!  They are stupid!" my dad yelled at my mom.

"You're blaming me for the problems that Saul faces? He's autistic! And you just don't like Emma because she gets scared of you get mad. Sara has tried everything she could to get you to notice her, but you scold her and are mean to her! What makes her so different from the other kids!?" Mom yelled back at him. She was referring to my little brother, Saul. He had a hard time learning because of his mental disorder. I looked into my brother's room to see him sleeping heavily. I turned to my baby sister's room to see she was turning under her quilt in discomfort. I was the only one of the three siblings that was up that night. I sat quietly behind the stairs, clinging to the stuffed fox that I was given when I was born. I heard a bottle smash off of the floor, this made me jump. The next thing that I noticed was my dad standing over me! I was completely petrified.

"You are going to pay for listening to that!" He yelled as he picked me up by the collar of my shirt. I screamed loudly begging that someone would help me. He grabbed my little toy fox and ripped it in half. That little blush toy was the only friend I had.

"Mommy! Help me!" I was screaming so loud that the neighborhood should have heard me. My dad slammed my head against the sink in the bathroom. I was so scared of my father; I didn't know what he was going to do to me. He just began to beat me until I could barely walk.

"You are worthless! I wish you were never born!" He whispered into my ear when he was satisfied with his work. I whimpered quietly before he got a needle and injected silver- like chemicals into my eyes. I was sent to the hospital that night. My hair had strangely darkened like a dark artificial red. My eyes had turned into a silver color. I had completely changed from what I used to look like. My father only got nine years in prison. To me, that wasn't good enough. I didn't have any friends at school, so when I came in looking like I did they began to whisper that I looked like a freak. I was bullied even more than usual; I cried that day and ran into the storage room in the school. I was sad. Why wouldn't someone help me? I couldn't do a thing about getting bullied at such a young age. I felt a new emotion for the first time in my life: rage.

It is now been three years since that night and I am trying to get through school before the bullying kills me. I still had my dark hair from the beating. The doctor said that it was permanent, along with the silver iodide that turned my eyes to a silver color. I looked different from what I was when I was little. I was pushed that I fell down on my way to lunch, I heard people laughing when I got up. I held back my tears, I wouldn't waste them on the very people that hurt me every day. I only began to walk in the other direction towards the stairs to eat my lunch, again. I bumped into someone on accident, I was about to cry until I opened one of my eyes to a worried, male face. He looked older than I was by four years or so. He had natural black hair unlike mine that had an oily shine in it. He had green eyes unlike mine that were ugly silver. He looked at me with concern, which was something that no one ever gave me when I came to school.

"Hey little one, aren't you supposed to be eating in the cafeteria?" the young man said to me.

"I...can't..." I walked right passed him and down to the base of the stairs, I clutched my lunchbox to my small chest. I opened it to eat what my mom made for me. The young man that I bumped into sat down next to me as I was about to eat my lunch, I felt a little uncomfortable with him watching me while I was eating. I only held my sandwich in my hands while he looked at me like an animal that he had never seen before.

"Staring is rude." I finally worked up the strength to say that to him.

"What?" he must not have heard me the first time but I was too shy to say anything else. I tried to eat, but I was still nervous with him looking at me. I just sat there wanting to eat; I was so hungry that my stomach gave a growl. My face must have turned red because he chuckled at me. "Stop laughing at me!" I yelled letting a small spill of anger out. He looked at me with surprise, he then smiled.

"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, you're that one girl that Chris and his buddies love to pick on. Aren't you?" His voice was soft as if he was being friendly. I didn't know my bully's name, but he did." I nodded my head lightly.

"He's the one that calls me Little Freak. Just because my dad hurt me a long time ago." I spoke up so he could hear me. He looked at me with concern one his face that was something that I barely got from anyone. I don't know why I had to ask him this question, but I felt compelled to ask him.

"Are you like him? Are you going to steal my lunch and make fun of my mom's note she gave me?" I asked him. He gave me a look of shock then he wrapped an arm around me an his other hand reached into my lunchbox to pull out my mom's note. He looked at it and smiled.

"Your mom really loves you, you know that right?" He smiled at me. I looked up at him realizing that he wasn't trying to hurt me.

"What's your name?" He asked. I looked at him and then down to the ground before answering.

"You already know I'm called Little Freak, what do you mean?" I asked.

"Your note says, Sweet Angel. What is your real name?" He asked me while looking at me with a smile on his face.

"S-Sara" I stuttered. I looked back at him to see a rather happy reaction.

"That's a cute name, Sara" He said. "Mine is..." he started until another voice was heard.

"Sam! Where are you?" An older voice coming from above the stairs. Another boy came down and sat down near me. The boy named Sam was looking at me as I got all shy again and hid behind him.

"Oh geez, I'm sorry I scared you." the other boy said.

"It's okay Sara; this is my older brother David. He's nice." Sam said looking behind him to see me. David looked at me like he did something wrong and was about to get back up until I came out from behind Sam and walked up to him. He noticed this and sat there letting me go to him, I felt a little scared, and then again, he was just like Sam in a way. I don't know why but I hugged him, he hugged me back gently. I then found my first ever friends. Despite our age difference, none of that matters.