Cyber Love (BEN Drowned Love Story)

Chapter 19

Ben wasn't in my bed the next morning. Eh. Nothing was keeping him here.

Jeff was probably talking shit to him about the night before. Ha, I hope he is! I want Ben to think of me of anything besides this puny human who can be killed by the smallest fly. Because I (temporarily) killed his best friend.

"Brian?" I walked into his bedroom. Empty. I walked downstairs and checked around. Completely silent. I sighed and walked out back. He's probably hunting, or something. I didn't really care, since he was a killer (Because of someone... >.>

I waited and stood on the back porch. I looked at the woods.

For some reason, I expected some creepypasta to come out and wave. I looked around. I guess I could go killing.. I guess it was fun. I walked inside and to the bathroom. If I was going to kill, I was going to do it in my own style. Like the others. Ben Had bloody eyes, Jeff carved a smile, and Slendy was faceless. I sighed and took a knife. I swallowed some numbing pills and sliced where the cheekbones were supposed to be into my face. I sliced face dimples and tall cartoon like eyelashes. I then sliced a long, deep cut along my arms and legs. Damn. I think I'm insane. I dressed into a sundress. I guess this'd be my look. I then walked downstairs, leaving the blood to dry along my body, like it had been there long. Maybe Ben would like this look...

I headed out and jogged to an old house. It looked cozy. I hated how it felt to run. Or even walk.

It stung like Hell and I could barely move. As I climbed through the window, I walked into the bedroom. There was a women and a man, most likely in their late twenties. I thought for a moment. What would be my modo? Ugh id think of one later. I through the man to the floor and sat until of him.

"Say Hello to the Devil for me.." I whispered into his ear and chuckled deeply, stabbing him again and again, as the women screamed and watched in horror.

This felt amazing. I stood up and pushed the girl to a wall. I grinned and stabbed her chest. She was still alive, but barely. I carved her body like mine and hopped out the window, leaving her to die a long, painful death.