arent I pretty?

chapter 3

it was difficult....

and continuing to smile seemed to be getting harder and harder each time...ive lost count of how many people ive killed.

thats how part of me felt about all this...but this part of me was very insignificant. it was nothing compared to the other superior side; drunken by blood lust and grudge...

I once again sat alone in that little old building I had found. my aching skin covered in fresh bloody stitches, riddled with definite infections and germs...

one long scar, across my forehead, from when I removed my own skin in order to attach gildas hair. one starting at my chin, circling down my stomach, all the way to the back of my neck, from when I had to skin myself in order to sew on terras skin. around both my wrists when I replaced my hands with sophies elegantly long and graceful ones. one on my nose, when I cut my own off and sewed on maybeths. one on each cheek when I removed the bones in my face to put in aishas bones, and tens more.all in all, I looked like a cute little rag doll.

I loved it. I thought I was pretty. my stitches leeked blood as i got up and left the building. it was a dark and rainy afternoon, much like the day I had killed my mother. over time, I filled my little "house" with... decorations and tools, I guess I could say. a torture house, to be precise. knives of all shapes and sizes, axes, syringes with all types of drugs, a metal table with leather restraints...such a lovely little home ive made.

previously, I gave it some thought, and decided what I felt towards allegra was love. I had fallen in love with another girl...

and so, I grabbed my biggest knife and headed to her house, which I memorized that time I saw her on my way to terras house. my heart felt heavy, and I wasnt sure if it was good or bad. the streets were empty, and as I walked up to allegras house, my heart skipped beats. I felt so exited! I knocked on the door lightly and got no response...

I knocked harder. still no answer.

not too sure if it would be considered a knock anymore, but I slammed my fist against the door, making the hinges creek. the door slowly opened, revealing a scared brown haired girl holding a phone...I smiled and she took a step back.

"I called the cops..." she tried to stand up tall and speak in an intimidating voice, whick didnt help hide her fear. I stepped inside, wearing a short, dark violet dress and no shoes. blood dripped from my mouth as i smiled wider.

"arent I pretty...?" I asked, holding my arms out to the sides.

she staired in shock.

"I did this for you...I wanted to be pretty for you ally..."I said in a menacing tone, not realy trying to...it just came out that way. she stepped back even further against a wall.

"...w-why...?" she fretted, her jaw shaking as she gripped the wall behind her.

"because ally..." I stepped closeer to her and caressed her panicked face.

"I love you..."

just the, she pulled out a pocket knife and struck me in the face.

she watched in horror as I slowly turned my head back to her. my jaw dislocated and hanging by a small piece of skin... I pushed the boned back into place. I would have to sew the skin later. I gripped my knife and grabbed her by her short hair with my free hand. terror filled her eyes. I slammed her head into the wall..

over

and over

and over

and over...

I finaly let go. her blood all over my hands. allys body fell to the floor, blood streaming down her face. disoriented, she tried to focus on be. I squated over her limp body, one leg on each side, and readied my knife. the blade pierced her shoulder. she squirmed and yelled in agony. gripping the handle with both hands, I pressed it down further and twisted it.

in time, her arm poped right of. she let out a deafening shriek. if she kept up the noise, it would attract attention. not to metion the police were probably around the corner. I pulled her hair again and slammed her skull agenst the floor one more time...

the screaming stopped and she was out cold. I picked her up and ran back to my little abode. tying her down to the metal table, I smirked. she stirred a bit and woke up. she started crying in pain once more, as a thin steam of blood left her arm shoulder. I left for a moment and came back with a few small knives, a red syringe, and...a rather large vibrator.

her eyes widened as her tears ran...

"...w-what are you-"

"my dear..." I began, licking the knives.

"we're going to have a little fun..."

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things were getting boring so I decided to spice things up a bit.