Stay Clear, She's Here

Rindrops

!My Own Creepypasta!
Adley Addict...
It all started when I was a little girl. I loved to see blood. But not just any blood. My blood. It just so happened that I liked to cut my skin and watch it bleed. It never bothered my parents, because they always thought the cuts were the usual childish abrasions that happen to every child. It took them months - YEARS - to find out who their daughter truly was. I was a self-harming addict. At age fourteen, I began to look for small pocket knives. With those, I would carve things into my skin. It was beautiful. But I guess others didn't see the beauty that I did.
This worried the ones around me, for they knew I already had an addictive personality, and cutting was an addiction as it was. Fast forward to age eighteen. My senior year of high school is the worst I've ever seen. I hate the people who go here. I actually considered burning the school down. I wanted to see them suffer. I wanted to walk away and hear their screams and smear the blood off my face from their bodies that I slaughtered. The bodies that burn because they can't move. This thought haunted me for the whole year. I was a bully victim. Kate was the worst. She and her friends would always throw things at me. The lovely art that I always drew was downgraded by those stupid hoes. So I made them prettier. I even tried to draw her face in my arm.
"Adley the addict. It fits. You're such a freak."
These words I heard every day. Week one was getting things thrown at me. Week two the getting pushed into lockers. Week three was having my things stolen. Week four was getting cussed out and spat upon, and so on, and so on...
Until the last straw. Kate looks at me and sneers.
"Why don't you just kill yourself? You're a waste of space."
But not anymore. Last night I took my final breath, and let me tell you, slicing your throat is one of the worst pain that will ever happen to a human. It's like when you cut your leg shaving and you get water in the cut. That kind of pain. Sharp. Relentless. Worth it.
I watched my mom flip my body over, her screams reverberating throughout the hallway. Her tears are dripping onto my freshly carved skin, and they make the blood extra runny, watery, and I know her eyes are too blurred to see my last words. Carved into my arm are the words, "Beauty killed the beast"...
~The picture of me floats around the school, and the shock ripples through each one of my classmates, their faces bunching up into sad puckers for the girl who, not more than twenty-four hours ago, was not worthy to breath the same air as them. And now I'm not breathing at all. Kate's posse stay together, huddled against their lockers. Kate holds the picture close, tears in her eyes.
"I didn't mean it..." She whispers.
I lean in. With a small giggles, I put my lips to her ear. I know she can feel me because her green eyes grow wide and she stills completely. I know I've scared her. With that, my lips curl into a grin. Well, Kate...let the games begin.