Mangled Molly

WARNING: DON'T TAKE WHATEVER IVE WRITEN SERIOUS! (I dunno wether to say it's an Oc, but I'm her Creator that's all I'll say. Hey Future rethink your life you bum!)

The girl in the dark room shivered in the cold,  puffs of smoke came from her iced lips. She blinked hearing footsteps coming up the stairs and stop at her door. She prayed to God that it was her brother, but what came through the door was a slim figure, white as snow and his suit, dark as the night. She wanted to move, but her body made no effort. Then, the slender man came closer to her almost touching noses, ringing was heard then pounding and then it stopped. She woke up to seeing her room and a jiggling alarm clock that said 7:00am. She curse under her breathe and jump out of bed. She change in her normal clothes and went down stairs. Her family,her mother, father,and her little brother,Michael. He waved at her, smiling, he spoke "hey molly how you sleep" she didn't response. She just sat in her chair and ate. Mike shrugged knowing that his sister was naturally grumpy in the mornings "you should show some happiness once in a while". Molly stopped and twitched, the word "Happy" repeated in her mind. She was lost in thought. She didn't realize Mike was screaming at her "MOLLY WE'RE LATE FOR THE BUS!". She stood grabbing her backpack and running out the door. She was on the bus and her brother sitting next to her. She heard whispers but everyone was on their phones. The voices, got louder saying thing she couldn't understand. She breathed in and out, trying to look "normal". But it was torture for her. It was then, Mike put his hand on her, "Molly you okay?". She looked at him, and smiled, but it was forced. Looking away towards the window, watching houses flash in colorful pictures, then she saw him that slender man. She jumped and looked into the window. Pressing her face to the glass, but he was gone. It was then, she realize the voices were gone too. She huffed in annoyance and sat back down. Mike stared at his sister, wanting to know what she saw, but didn't question it. They got to school peacefully, no sign of the faceless man or the whispers. It was quite for Molly Mathews' for a while, but it was then when the hours pass, Molly felt the urge to see blood. She couldn't help but grin and image her classmates gutted. It was she who took their lives. She gasped and held her head tightly. The teacher, Mrs.Weathers' noticed, "Ms Mathew are you alright?" loud enough that the class heard and turned to look at Molly. She nodded her head, walking out the room and carried on with her day. The thoughts never left till she got on the bus. Her brother was with his friends. Molly sat alone in her seat listening to the voices. They became louder every time the bus would hit a bump. Then the person Molly never wanted to see was Blair, the queen of suffering. She walked up to Molly's seat and smirked, "alone huh?, well that's no surprise you were always Mangled!" Molly clenched her fist her knuckles turning white. The other kids laughed, Blair spoke again "maybe you should just leave" as Molly stood, her dark brown hair covered half of her face. "What are you going to do? kill me" Blair laughed. Molly grinned her chuckle turned into a hysterical laugh. Blair took a step back and snarled "What's so funny?" Molly took a deep breath and stepped closer to Blair and whispered "to your question about killing you yes I might".Blair snorted and laughed in disbelief "yeah right Mangled Molly" pushing her as she walked to sit and chatted with her friends.
When Mike and Molly arrived home. As they walked through the door, the first thing they saw was blood, crimson red stained the floors. Mike held onto Molly tightly "Mike go to Mrs Jeffersons house and call the police" Mike's brunette locks shakes as he nodded and ran next door. Molly stood staring, there was so much blood. Molly almost slipped in the pool of vital fluid as she turned to the living room. There lying on the floor, were her parents. Their organs hanging from the ceiling fan, their faces were unrecognizable. Molly's breath became shallow, the voices in her head repeated "your fault your fault" Molly stepped back, tripped and fell on a  bloody crowbar. She sat up, not caring blood was on her clothes. She heard a chuckle coming from behind her. She turned and saw a figure of a man who's tan jacket was spattered with blood crouching, peeking through the stair rails. His white mask covered in red hand prints, the voices came again "watching watching always watching" Molly heard a crash and looked towards the kitchen, to afraid to move. She sat and stared, a boy with brown hair was staring right back at her. His hatchets on his sides, were stained with the same liquid. The black mouthguard on his grayish skin formed a smile, it was then he twitched, cracking his neck every now and then. Molly screamed and tried to get up but something stopped her. Two black tentacles wrapped around her ankles. She screamed again calling for help but no one came to her aid. The eighteen year old begged for freedom but the monster kept pulling. She tried to slow it down by hanging onto the rugged floors, but then she heard it sirens, seeing red and blue. She called as loud as she can but it seemed as if no one could hear her. A hooded man with a red frown came watching her being dragged. Then, the man grabbed the crowbar rising it up to Molly. Her eyes fell shut black was all she could see