Crept.
Prologue
He chopped off her head not thinking sideways.
Blood flew out like fountain. It was red, dark red.
Full blood as it was.
He grabbed his own head into the bursting blood and sticked out his tongue.
He laughed while doing this.
"This is fun," he uttered in a funny voice.
Suddenly, many of his teeth fell off.
He felt anxious by this so he grabbed a knife and stabbed his left eye repeatedly saying, "Get out of me bustard. Ha-ha."
As those words ended, his skin scraped out of his body, having his right eye bulged out of his eyelid.
His body fell down the floor.
Everything in him just changed in a moment except his laugh.
He was still giggling with his remaining yellow teeth filled with blood.
Still laughing as he was.
Chapter 1
Jordya is her name. The girl who locks herself in her room to play blades and knives.
As right now.
Writing something, with a knife, using her arm as a medium. Blood stains all over you can see.
Hard and heavy knocks from the door can be heard. This disturbs Jordya causing her to slice even more, faster and deeper.
This girl feels tired already so she lies in her back trying to feel comfortable in bed.
But she just can't because of the noise.
She steps out of the bed keeping her eyes close as long as possible.
As Jordya reached the door, she gradually opens it.
She's not saying nothing nor opening her mouth for a word. She's just waiting for any response.
But nothing. She bows down her head and closes the door with such tension causing some of her hair to wave out of her scalp.
She scratches his head leaving blood all over her.
Returns to her bed and made a fowler's position.
Her body feels tired so as her hands although not for her eyes. They are widely open, you can even tell how round it is.
She falls asleep with these open eyes.
After a while. Her eyes.
It seems so active now even with an already numb brain. it is moving. So rapidly.
Next thing she knows after, she's lying on a cold white room without any arms.
Chapter 2
Knocking.
Only knocking.
Jordya's sister is knocking in the gate shouting a name, you can't possibly know who is she pertaining to.
But Cristine, the younger sister, looks really mad.
She begins throwing stones into the house.
Bigger and bigger rocks she do making a crack on some window pane.
Cristine starts counting.
1, 2, 3..
4... 5...
