Memories (Short creepypasta intro)

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There was this young women she was beautiful, there was something familiar about her but I couldn't picture it at all, my human life is...blurry to say the least, memories will come back or flash small glimpses when certain things or words trigger them but sometimes especially if it's a powerful memory it will flash a chunk of it in full detail but that's all get.

As I pin her to the wooden wall and strangled her to drain the very life she had, as I tighten my grip feeling her warm blood covered smooth skin against my cold hands she whimpered "P-please...don't hurt me" I actually stopped harming her, let her fall to the ground, I moved away from her and complicated if I should let her live if she deserved it.

She started to move crawling away from me in fear while she cried in pain as tears fell from her emerald eyes, I tilted my head confused to myself, I knew I was hurting her for a reason but I couldn't recall why "What is your name" she didn't reply only just kept crawling away from me this angered me to no end "GOD DAMMIT ALL I WANTED WAS A F**KING NAME!!" I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wooden floor paralyzingly her body and making her bleed slowly as she passed out, I stared at the sleeping blood covered beauty but now I didn't need a name to know who she was.

At the shelf above a fireplace, was a picture of a younger beauty like her and two older brothers, I remembered them just fine...this b*tch and these two bastards where one of the few people who bullied me, a massive flash of memories that involved them filled my mind.

she was cheering at her older brothers telling them to hit me harder, I was actually only twelve when they did this to me and they were near finishing high school, I just ignored the pain that was inflected at me but I did cry and feel the shame of letting them do this to me because I knew I was getting hurt badly because there was so much blood.

Actions like that cannot be left unpunished, these true monsters need to learn that they are not immune to suffering and that they should know what it's like to suffer, so I lose any restraint I was clinging to, I leaned down to her level she was in now and told her.

"I have no feelings to let you live...goodbye~"

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 24, 2016 ⏰

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