Bloody Roses (Creepypasta) |Haitus|

Chapter 4

'It doesn’t hurt,
it never has,
can’t feel a thing,
I should be glad.

Only a small one,
or two, or three,
covered in blood now,

Hiding the evidence,
destroying myself,
people don’t know, 
can’t tell,
can’t help.

Addicted to bleeding,
the numbness inside.
Can’t run, 
can’t jump,
I smile,
I’m fine.'

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I grabbed at my sore bloody arm as i walked down the path out of the woods. For some reason i kept hearing a weird and irritating noise. It sounded like static youd get from an old tv. But i was in the woods. Who would have a tv in the woods? I kept looking around to see if someone was messing with me, but i saw no one.

I was one block away from my house and it was already pitch black. The street lights were the only thing lighting the roads.

I saw my house up ahead. Once i got close enough i jumped the fence on the side and went through the backyard. I already knew the window to the far left on the second floor was my room as in i snuck up there a million times. I quietly climbed a tree and balanced myself on the branch. I snapped a piece of a branch off and put it in my back  pocket. I tight rope walked myself on the thick part of the branch. I stopped at the edge and jumped. I landed hard on the brick wall, attaching my hands to the little ledge of my window and hoisted myself up. I pulled out the branch from my back pocket and sat it on the ledge. I pulled open my window and stuck the branch in the frame to keep it open. Thus i pulled myself into my dark room and flopped on the floor.

'Im exhausted..but i have to cook.' I groaned aloud.'wait were is Rayne?' I looked around my room after my eyes adjusted to the darkness. He wasnt in here. Usually he'd be in my room when im out. 'Probably fell asleep.'

I got up on my feet and exited my room. I walked down stairs and into the kitchen. I opened the freezer.' Chicken, mixed veggies, and corn.  Thats it?' I sighed. I began preparing the food.

~10 minutes Later~

I prepared the table and went upstairs. I went up to Raynes white door and knocked, no answer. I knocked again, still no answer. I twisted the knob to see it was unlocked. I opened the door and it was completely dark. I could see Raynes small figure lying down on his bed. I walked over to his bed and was about to shake him awake but i saw dried tears on his pale cheeks. I furrowed my brow in confusion. 'Was he crying?'

I started to shake him awake."Rayne, dinners ready."  His redish-brown eyes fluttered open. He rolled on his back but fliched and quickly rolled back on his side.

"Whats wrong?" I saw his eyes get glossy, but he stayed silent and looked at the wall. Slowly he lifted his body up and turned his back to me. I crouched down on one knee and grabbed at his shirt. I saw that his whole backside was wet. I lifted up his shirt and saw a large cut that started from his right shoulder to the middle of his back. I couldnt see much because its dark, but i seen dark liquid on his back side and small glass shards around and in his cuts.

"M-mom asked where y-you were and i t-told her i dont know and she....s-she hit me with a broken bottle-" his voice was hoarse and shaky as he spoke. I sat on the bed next to him and latched him to my side as he started crying. I took a glance at his back.'I cant believe she hit him. Hes only a kid, must hurt like hell..'

"Rayne im gonna have to clean your cut." His head shot up and shook violently.

"N-n-no its gonna burn." "I have to. Itll get infected if i dont." It tore at my heart to see my brother like this. It was like i can feel it, even though im half way numb in parts of my body, i can still feel his pain. He never got the torture i went through (and i would like to keep it that way) and seeing it from this perspective, its just awful. I hated that woman. I wish i could stop it, stop all of this abuse we go through. But theres not much we can do, our dad passed and our mom has full custody of us as long as she quites drinking and has a steady job.' Not drinking only lasted about a week.' I patted my brothers dark head. He was no longer crying but was shivering and sniffing.

I looked down at him.' Why does this have to happen to you..of all people.'