Darkness, that is all I see, a complete shroud of black blissfully covers me. But even in this state of mind I can tell something is not right, a light begins to surround me until it focuses onto what looked like my bathroom, only I can see this girl hunched over the sink, her red hair covering her face, is she crying? I think so, what's that in her hand? I blink a few times before I can clearly see its a knife from the kitchen, I may be asleep but I could still put two and two together.
"Stop!" I shouted ,but she couldn't hear me, she whipped her face ,still not moving her hair away, before going to the bathtub, turning it on ,then sitting in the tub, the knife sitting on the rim. She waited till the water was almost overflowing to role up her sleeves, reviling several skew lines already decorating it . Slowly putting the blade against her left wrist, she begun to slice Down the middle of her forearm ,making it as deep as possible. I sat there horrified, shouting for her to stop until my voice just stopped coming out of my mouth, by then she had pulled the blade away panting ,dropping the bleeding arm into the warm water before giving a some what satisfied sigh, moving so her body was relaxed in the tub, knife on the toilet seat in a puddle of blood. The water had already been dyed red, the girl now leaning her head back, finally reviving her face. My voice came back, allowing me to sound a earsplitting screech.
It was my face, the girl bleeding out in the bathtub is me, I'm dying. I'm now closing my eyes, a relaxed and peaceful expression now rest on my face, the face of a dying girl, my breaths seemed slower, a smile grew with each slow breath, until a soft puff of air escapes my lungs and I'm grinning dead.
I stopped screaming ,this has to be a dream, I would never do this, I could never do this, but.... When did I fall asleep? Who cares, I could never remember in my dreams anyway, but.... My left arm does kinda hurt, ok not kinda, it hurts like hell but I'm to afraid to look at it, so I'll just keep
looking a dream me, dead dream me. I hope I wake up soon.
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Don't give glitter to a zombie
ParanormalA story of a actual teenage zombie, it may have a choose your own ending, who knows? And hey the chapter names may not make sense but oh well. I would also like to note that this story was once just from a manga page I made in art so if this seems m...
