Let Love Bleed Red ~Creepypasta~

Words

I pulled my hood up and continued walking through the woods. I realized that I was nearing the edge of the trees and heading toward town. The first thing I saw was Ian's house. I figured it was about time I talked to him. I honestly forgot all about him. Part of me didn't want to remember him. I ran to the back of his house and started throwing pebbles at his window. After a few throws I finally got his attention. He peered out of the window and stopped dead when he saw me. His eyes bulged and he quickly darted out of his room. Shortly after, I saw Ian running to me from the back door.

"Holy, shit Emma. Thanks for finally showing up. A smile slowly crept upon my face. "Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't really know where to go so I just kept running." Ian looked at me and said, " I'm sorry but you need to leave. I can't do this. I'm not just going to sit around here and wait for you to come back every once and a while. You need to leave. NOW." I looked at him and said, " I don't understand. You don't ever want to see me again? What did I do to you that was so terrible?" Ian looked at me in disbelief. "Are you joking? Please, Emma think a little. You come to my house panicking because your mother was murdered and then minutes after you leave, your father is found dead as well. Do you think I'm an idiot? You're just like him." My body froze as I blankly stared at Ian. "....Don't you dare say that I'm like my father. I AM NOTHING LIKE HIM, DO YOU HEAR ME? He deserved everything he got. When I saw him my mind filled with rage; I couldn't help myself. There was no other way." "Stop the bullshit. He could have gone to jail and suffered." Ian replied. I smirked, "Now he'll suffer in hell." Ian yelled, "Okay great, so when you get pissed at meare you gonna add me to the list, huh? Are you going to slaughter me, too? You've changed, Emma. You're a monster."

Those three little words pierced my body harder than a silver blade. You're a monster. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. No, I was not a monster. I can't be. I stood there motionless while Ian said his last words.

"I'm not playing games anymore. If I ever see you at my house again, I'm calling the cops. Have fun with you miserable little life. Have fun being alone." Ian walked back into his house and locked the door.

I sadly sighed and began walking toward my old house. I tried to forget everything that just happened but those three words were playing in my head over and over again. You're a monster. You're a monster. You're a monster. I couldn't concentrate. I didn't want to hear it. The words struck me and I felt pain. I hate these words because I know they're true.

I am a monster.

~ Okay, for some weird reason the sentences were not lined up when I uploaded this. I tried to fix them as best as I could but, just bear with them for now. Hopefully it won't happen again ~