My OCs

My OC 1- hummingbird.

A/N- okay,so I randomly came up with this and I'm most likely going to put my OCs in my creepypasta book(s).

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*Rosie's POV (Hummingbird)*

I was walking downstairs when I heard my father yelling at my younger brother and my mother. I got scared and dashed back up the steps. I heard gunshots beneath you and sobbed,knowing what happened. "Roooossiiiee!" My father calls.

I was terrified and ran to the window in my room. Luckily, I'm agile and can get onto the roof from here. As soon as I closed my window from outside,I heard father stomp up the stairs,calling me. I could tell he was getting agitated. Climbing onto the roof,I pulled out my emergency phone. Immediately calling the police,I cried and told the operator what happened and she told me to calm down and that she dispatched a party of cops. Taking deep breaths,I got onto the top of the roof and sat down,waiting for the sirens. About five minutes later,I could see the lights of the police cars. I took a shaky breath and watched as the police kicked open the front door. "Put your hands up!" I heard one yell from my room.

I took another deep breath knowing that father could have caught me up here. The next day I was put in a foster home because my father was put in jail the night before. I cried myself to sleep for at least a month before I could control the tears. My foster parents were abusive when they were drunk,which was almost every night. I eventually got used to the hitting and kicking. It was sad,yes,but no one seemed to care. Until I met Eva, Jessica, Jackson, and Mike. They were my closest friends for years now...

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I sat up,gasping and crying about my life and how miserable it is. Sure,I have friends and family (sorta), but I'm bullied at school and abused at home. I couldn't take it. I cut,I would have ended my life by now if it weren't for my friends. They were the only ones that truly cared about me. Sighing,I layed back down and fell asleep after what felt like hours.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

'Ughh, I don't wanna get up!' I thought. "ROSEMARIE, GET UP!" You foster mother called.

"YOU KNOW I DONT LIKE BEING CALLED ROSEMARIE!" You yelled back,getting out of bed.

You got changed and grumbled. "I also don't like it when we yell."

Soon after,I was dressed and my hair was brushed so I didn't have bed head. Jamie,my foster mother,hated that. I stumbled downstairs and went to the kitchen. "Morning Rosie." My foster father said as I made breakfast.

"Morning Jared." I smiled.

Jared was considerably nicer than Jamie. He would take me out to get new clothes or other things like ice cream if I was good. I made pancakes for the three of us and ate mine before leaving for school with my backpack. "Bye,I'll be back by five!" I called.

"Adiós Rosie!" Jared called back before I shut the door.

I walked over to Eva's house and wasn't surprised that Jackson was there. They are dating and no one ever really sees one without the other. "Hey Eva,Jackson." I nodded to the couple.

"Hey Rose." The called in unison and giggled.

"Come on lovebirds,we gotta get the other couple." I joked.

The three of us suspect that Jess and Mike will get together soon. They obviously like each other, but they don't notice the other likes them back. I'm the only one that doesn't like anyone that we know. I don't like people really,other then these four people that changed my sad,sad life.

We walked to Jessica's house and knocked. Her mother opened the door with tears in her eyes. "W-whats wrong Mrs. Anderson?" I asked,nervous.

"He got Jessica." She cried.

We gasped.'no!' There has been a killer on the loose in the area. Nobody has seen him but police suspect its the escapee that got out a few months ago. It seems its all the same person killing people. The victims are all found the same way. Throats slit and stomach opened,guts all over the place of murder. "T-the k-" I started.

"Yes... She's dead." Mrs. Anderson breaks down and we start sobbing as well.

"I'll call the school and let them know that you aren't going for a while,am I correct?" Mrs. Anderson asks.

We nod and continue sobbing. "I-I'll get M-Mike and bring him h-here." I gasp.

"Good idea,Eve,Jackson,come in honeys." Jessica's mother says,bringing the couple into a tight embrace as the three cry their eyes out.

I walk down the street,feeling like someone is watching me. I feel like that all the time,it never really bothered me,but by now,with Jess dead,it frightens me more then I have ever been scared before. I gulp and speed walk to the next block,where Mike lives. When I knock on the door,I almost faint in relief they Mike answered it. "M-Mike,Jessica is de-dead." I stutter in between sobs.

"Dead?! Jessica is dead?!?! How!?" He shakes me by my shoulders causing me to cry more.

"Th-the ki-kill-er." I sob.

Mike stops shaking me and hugs my tightly, crying into my shoulder."WHY?!" He shouts into my shoulder.

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Guess who it is? Hint: you knew them.

Little short,I know. I'm just I writers block. Yea. Byyyyee
~TumblingWaters