if CP's had daughters

laughing jack

My name is myra, everyone calls me musical mya. I'm an orphan, no one wanted me after the crash that killed my mom and her husband. If you must know... no he wasn't my dad, he was just some man my mom married. Ever since she married she hadn't cared what happened to me, i ended up doing whatever i could think of to get her attention. But it didn't work it never worked.

One night i thought of doing something that was bound to get her attention, it was foolproof... or so i thought. I killed a kid barely ten years old, i then painted the music notes of our song on the wall. I felt content but not finished, i moved onto the parent's room. I grabbed the knife tighter and gutted them, i stuffed the innards into a garbage bag and left the house. Letting the door stay open, i take the forest to get to my house if i don't want to get spotted from the road. When i get home it's six am. Mom and her love have gone to work, i hide the bag in the freezer in the basement and get into the outfit i always were. (in the picture minus the mask) i grab my bag and cell before i pull on my glove and leave the house for school. I get a call as soon as i get to school, my mom was in a car crash as was her husband. I get back onto my bike and go straight to the hospital, they tell me she didn't make the trip.

I bolt right up as the dream dissolves, except it wasn't a dream it was a flash back. I look at my collection of jars, all filled with energies of different people. I smile and get out of the bed, i walk over to my dresser and take out my tattoo kit and finish up filling the tattoo on my side in red ink. When i finish i put a bandage over it and get ready for the rest of the day.

I live in a trailer i stole from a trailer park, and i live in the forest. I kill regular, leaving pieces of music in my wake. I run into a few people like me, but not many. They normally swear up and down that there creepypasta, but i don't believe them. There just a whole bunch of wanna be's, but me? Call me what you want, i don't care i can be a pasta or a cold hearted killer. I don't care.

I take my washcloth towel and sopes outside and after i strip, i slip into the water buck ass naked. I wash my hair and my body, finally i wash my face. I get out and wrap myself in a towle. Inside i dress in a black and white checkered tank top and black shorts. I leave and go into town to look up more biology books, on my way into town i feel as though i'm being followed. I bend down and pretend to tie my shoe, i turn pulling out my taser when i hear a twig snap. I'm face to face with a clown, giggles buble there way up my throat.

"Well that solves that." i put the taser in my pocket and turn to walk away from the clown. I don't get too far before i feel him grab my hand, i turn swinging my book bag.

He catches it and rips it out of my grip before asking. "Is that any way to treat family?" he looks amused and slightly annoyed.

I rip my arm out of his grip wincing when i see the blood on his clawed finger. "What the hell do you mean, family?" the words leave my mouth more potent than rattlesnake venom. "I don't even know what the word means anymore." my face turns to a frown hurting my face, i smile because if i don't i remember that i was sad. I shake my head and pull the taser out. "Touch me again, and you'll get to find out what it feels like to have over a eighty thousand volts going thru your body."

he smirks and then started laughing uncontrollably. "A taser can't go over fifty thousand." i take the opportunity to roundhouse kick him, i land a solid kick right to his jaw. I hear a sickening crack, as he slumped to the ground. I stare at his prone body for a moment, wondering if his innards look like everyone else's. He twitches so i don't stand there a moment longer i grab my bag and high tail it out of the forest.

Later that day i was out killing, i sneak into the room of a four year old boy. I cut off his air flow and then use my nail to cut open his chest, i open a jar and start to transfer the organs into it. When i was finished i moved onto his older sister and his parents, i do eight more houses before i feel content and i get cout.