Made Up

Prologue

She looks down at her messy hands. They were filled with blood. She looked down at the dead people.

She went to the bathroom and washed her hands. She took a cloth and wiped them. The drenched smell of blood disgusted her.

She took of her clothes and decided to burn them later. She dressed in long pants with a grey sweater and medium brown boots.

She tied up her hair in a big messy ponytail and went to the lounge. She took the phone and called her most trusted friend.

"Hello, Jessica? Is that you?" Spoke the voice of a man. She took deep breaths and answered.

"Yes. Its me, something happened. Come over." She said and ended the call.

They had messed with her head. It was not her fault that they...they wanted to take her away. She was born this way, her family hated her.

She went back to the big computer room. She pulled ths plug, the image in front of her scared her. She looked down at her family as a tear slipped down.

She went to the garage and took big black plastic bags. It was not my fault, but theirs. She thought. She went back to the room, just as the doorbell rang.

She went to the lounge and opened the door. Bill, her best friend, stood there in his charming suit and smiled at her.

"Come in."

He took one foot front and came in. He turned around and looked at her. He had a feeling that something was not right. That's when he smelled it.

"What is that...smell?" He asks her. Her eyes go big and he holds his nose tighter. The smell was a pure disgusting one.

She lead him into the passages until they reached the computer room. When he was about to come in she stopped him, he gave her a look and pushed her back.

Than he saw them. The boy and the two girls. He saw his best friend. The man he could talk to. He turned around and looked at her.

"What is...this?!" He yells and holds her neck. He was friends with her before him but still, they talked.

He lets go of her neck and she takes the knife on the floor. She walk up to her husband and holds the knife by him.

"You've done far worse than me. So, don't! Don't, judge me!" She yells and places the knife by his neck. He holds her neck and pushed her.

They both look at the four dead people and he holds out his hand. She gives him the knife and he cuts out limb by limb.

He places them on the black bag and wipes his nose. She looks at him and smiles evilly. She knew he was a weak, stupid man, but, he was useful.

I'll get a new one, a better one. The perfect one. She thinks and walks over to him. She starts tieing the bag.

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