Shattered -A Creepypasta fanfiction-

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"Why wasn't I doing this before?" I ripped open the black garbage bag, which I stole from the trash bins at my old home.

"Seems like that bitch threw out all of our stuff." I walked past Sarah (What I decided to call it), placing my old music box on the night stand I had.

The place looked more like an actual home now, with a bed and everything. Sure everything is a bit scattered around but, it a cave.

I exited the cave, walking around the waterfall.

I grunted, as I was pinned to the ground. It was that damn smiling guy, looking more insane than last time.

"Hello, Heather!" He said, pressing the blade of the knife on my chest, just under my neck.

"I was going to carve up your face but, looks like someone already did that for me!"

"What?"

I gagged, as he pushed his fingers into my mouth. "This."

I gasped as he pulled them out. His fingers were in my mouth but they came through my cheek.

He laughed hysterically, licking the little bit of blood on his fingers.

"Get off me, Asshole!" I screamed, pushing him off.

He rushed at me with his knife, cutting my shirt a bit. I fell to the ground, which I'm pretty sure I made happen, his knife thrown into the waterfall.

I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes. He stared, "You're one of those freaks aren't you?".

"Says the one who stuck his fingers down my throat!" I spat, as he walked towards me, pointing a white finger my way.

"You better be glad I don't have my knife, bitch!"

"Screw you!"

I stared into the cold, dead pits of his eyes, burning all my hatred into his. I guess he was doing the same, his eyes just the same as mine.

"Before I kill you, can you please tell me why you live in my forest?" He asked, making me roll my eyes. "Not until you tell me who the hell you are!" I yelled, crossing my arms.

"Jeff."

"Jeff? Really?"

"Hey! Shut the hell up and answer my question!"

"Temper. I can still rip you head off." I threatened. I think this power is going to my head.

Jeff sighed, "Fine.".

I explained everything, I mean I don't know why I did but I guess I had to so I didn't get killed.

"Really?"

"Shut the hell up, Asshole!"

"Jeff!"

The man flinched at the distant female voice, that was coming from the trees beside us.

I looked over seeing a girl about my age, walking towards us. The only thing that made her stand out was that she was made out of glass, besides her clothes.