The life of an undead cheerleader

Times up

  Screams, excruciating ear bursting screams. I've woken up. All I can think of is maybe I'm actually living...I might look dead but it would explain why I can feel. Right now I can only think about is getting the fuck out of this place and leaving maybe get out of town and forget my plan.
No I can't I can't do that because that would defeat the purpose of why I'm here. I came back to get revenge.
  I slowly reach over and rip out my iv. I get up and hit everyone thats in my way on to the ground. i run, and run, and run for what seems like hours and i havent even got out of the building yet. as i finally reach the door i start to see black. I think for a moment "Is it dark out? Nope....im passing out." i pinch my self  to try to wake my self. It stung a little, but now as i start running again i feel somthing warm running down my arm i see black ooze that almost looks like the "blood" of zombies from the Walking Dead dripping from where i had pinched my self.

 "oh fuck..." i whispered as i started to run again and as im running i feel my adrenaline pump into my system. "Good girl Faith youll make it just keep running." thats when i saw them...the bitch ass sluts of the school.....the cheerleaders. I stopped behind a bush breathing heavily as i watch them from a distance, but shes not with them, their head bitch whom i will not name.

"where the fuck could she be? Oh wait i bet i can guess being the prostitute she is shes probably  fucking some nerd so he'll do her homework." just as i whispered these words someone tapped my shoulder. As i tured around i saw a short young boy brown hair bright blue eyes anorexic....my little brother.

"Faith?" he sounder scared and surprised to see me. "youre supposed to be dead....i saw your dead body and i was there when you were buried! YOURE ALIVE?!"

I look down and whisper "i guess im not so dead..." he punch my shoulder crying.

"mom and dad divorced because you died and they wouldnt stop arguing. They blamed each other." he was balling by this point and he couldnt controll himself....what have i done? I was almost tempted to grab him into my arms and apologize but maybe he hated me for the pain i caused. Maybe just maybe i really had torn my family apart and done exactly what i did not want to do at all costs. i reached out to touch his shoulder and he slammed into me. "i missed you so much Faith."

"I missed you too hun' I whispered against his neck and pulled him in closer.

"Faith what did we deserve to come home to find out you weren't coming home to us. That we were never have to wait for you to come home for diner?" he squeezed tighter. I pull away from him. my mind switches and my thoughts start racing....what if he tells then my cover will be blown or hed go to a sike ward. that's not going to happen. "Bubba would you mind not telling anyone you saw me...please..." he shook his head.

"But faith why not youre not dead and that would be lying and momma said lying is not good." I shake my head.

"No Josh this wont be lying I promise you that." I stand up. "you understand right?" in my head im thinking "god I hope he does this could be trouble if he didn't." he shakes his head no.

Now I have to do something I don't want to do. I pull him close to my chest and whisper "Im so sorry bubba." I break his neck viciously and then to make sure he is dead I start to rip him apart limb by limb. I sit there covered in is red hot blood dripping off my face and feel it against my body covering my cloths in blood. I lightly sob then my eyes go black. Did I pass out? no. Im moving but Im moving my self im not being controlled. my sight comes back and I have an odd taste in my mouth. I look down at his  disemboweled body. all that's left is his skeleton blood and some large and flattened organs that look like they might be the intestines  the ground with some of his muscle and his face bloodied up. he looks nothing like my brother....I just ate my brother...I JUST ATE MY FUCKING BROTHER! He wasn't even 16. What was I thinking.

God damn it Faith....