Carvings

Carvings

Cathy Davids

Creepypasta Original

Cathy was perfect from the day she was born. Perfect icy blue eyes, perfect light blonde hair, perfect height, and perfect weight. She didn't scream or cry, just was quiet. Her parents, who where not at all perfect, were astonished by the mere sight of her beauty and calm state. Even though they worried for her perfectness, because no one is perfect, they loved her with all of their hearts. The new family went home a few days later, ready for the experience of their first baby. Cathy behaved herself, never getting into trouble or making loud noises. She grew an aged fast, soon she was in the first grade. "Are you excited about your first day at school?" Her mother, Amanda, asked with a smile. "Yes I am." Cathy stated with a smile in return. Making sure to have the right uniform, she put a matching bow in her now long and silky blonde hair. Cathy skipped back to where her mother was. "I'm ready to go mother. I don't want to be late." Amanda looked at Cathy, proud of her seven-year-old daughter. Cathy opened the front door of the house, allowing her mother to go first. They reached the car then got in and drove away.

Once inside the school building, Cathy looked around, spinning in little circles as she looked. Soon a bell rung over head and she went to her first class. She sat down next to another girl. The girl had pale skin, short red hair, tons upon tons of freckles, and small blue glasses. "Hi there," she waved at Cathy. "My name's Jane." "I'm Cathy, nice to meet you." Cathy extended her hand out for a shake. Jane looked at Cathy's hand, clearly confused, but then shook it off as the teacher began to talk.

As the buss dropped Cathy off in her neighborhood, she saw a black car parked in front of her house. She started to carefully walk towards her house. As she was about to open the knob, the door flung open, revealing an older man. He had on a black suit with dark sunglasses, an greying hair that was clearly dyed. Cathy walked over to him and gently tugged on his shirt. He turned around and knelt down beside her. "Mister, why are you at my house?" Cathy asked politely. Her parents walked out cuffed with another man in a suit. Cathy spotted them then got worried. "Are you taking my mother and father?" The suited man beside her took off his shades then sighed and rubbed in between eyes. Before he spoke he put his shades back on. "Yes, I am. I'm very sorry but they have done some bad things and they need to pay for them." He didn't need to explain, Cathy already knew what he meant. "Where will I go?" The suited man looked away. "We'll find someplace for you."

Eight years had pasted and still no one dared to adopt Cathy Davids. They were afraid of her. In every interview with her, she would sneakily pull out a sharpened pocket knife and carve her parents initials into the table or wall. She didn't have any roommates or any friends. One day everything changed though. What seemed to be a bright cheery couple walked in the foster home and demanded to see the teen kids. Cathy, along with five others were all brought into an interviewing room. The couple looked over all the kids then stopped on Cathy. Again she was carving the initials into a small portion of a chair. The couple smiled in unison and told the owner of the foster home that they wanted Cathy. As soon as she heard the news she looked up, afraid of what lie ahead.

"I'll be back in a bit!" Yelled Cathy's Step-Mother, Renee. Her long black hair covering her small frame as she stood in the door way of the living room. Harold, Cathy's bald Step-father, didn't even look up from the T.V. He grunted as if saying 'Leave already woman!!!' Cathy got up from her seat on the floor and rushed over to Renee. "Please let me go with you!" Cathy begged. "No sweetie, you know your father gets lonely. I'll be back before you know it." With that, she kissed Cathy's forehead then was out the door. Now that Cathy and Harold were alone, she knew what would come next. As soon as Harold heard the door lock, he paused his show and got up, already taking off his belt. Cathy backed into a corner, shaking her head with tears streaming down her face. "Don't fight back, or it'll be worse." Harold slurred, the smell of alcohol and drugs in his breath. He gripped Cathy's arm and lead her downstairs, into the basement. Harold threw her down the stairs, into the room and locked the door. "Now for the fun part." He smirked, tightening his grip on the belt. Cathy allowed what happened next, not wanting it to be any worse.

"NO! STOP PLEASE!" Cathy cried out as Harold kept wiping her with his belt. He chuckled then reached and grabbed Cathy's hair, pulling it hard. She once again screamed out in more pain, reaching her hands back. A few minutes later, an unlocking sound echoed through the house. "Go take a shower and cover those marks." Harold motioned to her beaten and bloodied body. He started to walk back up the basement stairs, then stopped before he opened the door. "And remember, this stays between you and me." He hissed, letting a chuck escape as he unlocked an opened the door. She quickly did as he said, moving swiftly up the stairs and into the bathroom. She turned on the water, then entered the shower. Sinking to the floor, she cried along with the shower, its tears falling all over her. Her sobs where drowned out by the shower's never ending cry's. 'When will it stop? When will all the torture stop? ' Cathy buried her face into her palms.

Later that night, Cathy sat in her room, on her bed. She heard the door creak open then a silhouette of a figure was visible. She didn't have time to figure out who it was before a punch found her face. Cathy's nose started to bleed, but that didn't stop her attacker. More blows came her way, harder and harder each time. Soon the attacker moved into the moonlight. He was basically bald besides his big black beard. "You good for nothing ignorant brat!" He whispered into the night, his piercing words hitting Cathy hard. She started to silently weep again. After another hit, she snapped. She stopped crying, and stood up. Harold, her attacker, was surprised. He shook it off then drew back his arm, ready for another punch. He released his arm but he didn't hit Cathy. Instead something held his hand. "You will pay for what you did." She stared calmly at Harold.

Harold lay dead on the floor, swimming in a pool of blood. His blood. He no longer had eyes, but 'x''s where they should have been. His heart was cut out and carved onto his chest was a heart with a 'c' in it. Harold's throat was also slit all the way around. Cathy stood over his lifeless body, smiling at her work. She quickly walked over to her closet and changed. She slipped on a puffy black skirt with grey leggings, and a pink tank top. Cathy put on some white high-tops with little grey stars, then lastly, her hair went into a messy side pony tail. She held a small bloody pocket knife in her right hand and her left hand was clenched tightly in a fist. Cathy plastered a demonic smile on her face. She shook her head. "Hm, that smile simply won't do. I know!" She held up her pocket knife and went to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, Cathy brought the knife to her mouth.

Renee heard a noise coming from the bathroom. "What's that noise?" Renee muttered. She made her way to the bathroom, slowly opened the creaky door, and gasped at the scene. Cathy had carved a shaky and crooked smile into her cheeks; she was singing in a trance like voice.

One two- Carving's coming for you

Three four- go lock those doors

Five six- you can't get out of this

Seven eight- don't stay up late

Nine ten- you'll never live again

Soon Cathy snapped out of her trance like state and turned her head and looked at Renee; her eyes filled with innocence. "Look Renee! I was tried of frowning, so I made a smile! It's my first one in eight years!" "Beautiful honey." Renee hesitantly replied. Cathy looked her Step-Mother in the eyes. "Why do you lie? I hate liars!" Cathy screamed then lunged at Renee with the pocket knife. She did the same with Renee's body as she did with Harold's, never forgetting the 'c' on the chest.

Cathy walked down stairs an into the kitchen. "I need more toys." She mumbled, rummaging through the knife drawers. "Perfect!" She pulled out a big sharp butcher knife along with two other sharp cutting knives. Cathy shoved the cutting knives into one of her shoes and the butcher knife in the other. she gripped the pocket knife hard, glad to be holding the glorious weapon. She looked herself over. "Hm, my body looks so boring, I should make myself prettier." Cathy stated, getting an idea. She looked and smiled at her pocket knife, then flipped opened the blade. Her left wrist became red as her real mothers initials were carved. She did the same with her right arm, but instead it was her real fathers initials. Moving the blade up to her eyes, she carved a little 'x' on the sides of both of them. "Perfect!" Cathy smiled then giggled.

On the way out of her house, Cathy stopped and grabbed her favorite jacket, a grey zip up that matched her leggings. She slipped on the jacket then zipped it up halfway. Cathy then walked over to a window, opened it, then jumped out, running into the night. Always looking for more toys to play with and make beautiful with her carvings.