Leilah The Scissor Killer- Slenderman's Proxy|Creepypasta|

Origins Of The Scissor Killer

'Dear my beloved Father and Mother. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything I've done. I couldn't control it. This will be my last note. I can not stayed anymore. I hope we would meet again in heaven. Please do not be worried. My Master will take care of me. I'll always love you.'

MESSAGE SENDING ... COMPLETE SENDING

An adolescent dropped her phone on the ground, then she crush it with her shoe. Glancing up at her master, she said in a soft voice.
"I'm ready... to leave everything behind"

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5 weeks eariler...
     Leilah Sapphire is a young 14 year old girl who had a long brown hair. She always found herself drowning in her own thoughts. Her personality is cold and serious. The only thing that makes her different from others is that her eyes were dark blue like sapphire. Leilah walked into her classroom where her classmates and her substitute teacher use to be when the bell rang. She threw her backpack on her desk, causing a loud noise that makes everybody turned to her. She stunned.
     "Look who's here"
Leilah's eyes turned to Madison, her nemesis. Madison stood up from her chair and skipped to Leilah's seat.
     "That behavior is childish" Madison giggled, her gang began to laugh and teased her backpack like a football, kicking and throwing it. Leilah could do nothing but watched helplessly. She had been bullied since her first day of school, her entire life. But she could do nothing , those gang always kicked her ass. It's not like she can't do anything, she's afraid that they might get revenge on her. And she didn't like that. Leilah slowly picked her bag but was stopped by another girl. She scratched her face with her long and sharp nails and Leilah fell on her knees. She touched her cheek and noticed blood dripping from her face.
     "Oops, my bad" the girl grins and flee dramatically as the teacher enters the class. He nearly drops his jaw when he saw Leilah collapsing on her knees with her bloody face.
     "Leilah?" He asked "What happen to you"
In that moment, every merderous eyes from her classmates stare right at her.
     "I scratch myself" Leilah can only lied.
That evening, students rush out from their classes. It's three o'clock and students are free to leave. Leilah puted her books in her backpack, she stopped her action when the teacher walk up to her. He asks about the incident. Leilah thought to herself that telling a grown-up would only causing troubles to herself. She refuse to tell the truth, as always.
     "I already told you, I scratched myself" Leilah started to get annoyed. Her teacher didn't seems to believed her.
     "Are you sure?" He asked, again, for the fifth time.
    "Yes!" Leilah shouted, and rushed towards the door. She kick it wide open and threw herself out of the room. She heard her teacher calling her name. She ignores it. She made it out of the school. Wanting to make sure, Leilah look behind her to see if anyone was following her. No faces . She felt relief. Suddenly, Leilah've got a weird feeling that someone... was watching her. She turned to the playground but only saw kids playing together and none of them seems to notice her standing there. She thought that it was just her imagination so she ignore it.
  However, that weird feeling was still inside her flesh and will never go away.
Leilah opened her front door to her house. She saw her mother was cooking in the kichen. Her mother notice her noticing. Leilah waved greetings. The woman waved back and smiled. Leilah walked into the living room. Her father was reading a newspaper on a sofa. When her father sees her, he quikly smiled.
     "Hello, Darling" Her father smiled. Leilah felt a warm feeling in her heart.
     "Do you have homeworks to finish?" Her father asked. Leilah noded and was about to grab her backpack when she realized...
     "Where's your backpack?"
Leilah remember that she didn't bring it with her. She tried to recall where is it and knew exactly where she left it. Classroom. She must've forgotten to brought it with her when she rushed away from her teacher. Leilah turned to look at a clock. It's five-thirty in the evening. That means school is still open. If she hurried, she'll made it before six o'clock.
     "Dad, I left it at the school" Leilah said. Her father looks at a clock then noded.
     "Just remember to be home for dinner"