Let Love Bleed Red ~Creepypasta~

Stories

I woke up in a cold room on top of a lumpy bed. I slowly opened my eyes and the cool air made my eyes tear up. My vision was extremely blurry and I felt somewhat disoriented. I sat up and noticed I was in my old room. Why was I here? Was it all just a dream? My entire body ached as I stood up and analyzed the room. It all was a big blurry blob of colors. My memory wasn't clear but I remembered a face. A familiar face of a man with a face as blank and white as snow.

I ran my fingers through the old drapes and admired the small collection of books on the floor. This was always a quiet room. The only noise came from the open window in the summer. The warm breeze would rustle the drapes and turn the pages of my books. My mom used to sit with me and tell me stories of faraway lands and mysteries. We'd laugh and she would tell me never to be afraid. Never to be afraid of the demons inside people. Damn, I miss her. Surprisingly, there are only happy memories among this room.

I carefully walked over to my dresser and squinted into the dusty mirror. My eyes widened at the image in front of me. I saw a girl. She had the absolute whitest skin with bloody patches lacking tissue. Her eyes were a bright, pulsing red. I touched the mirror and silently stood in awe. I slightly tilted my head and a grim smile crept on to my face. "I am a monster."

The words were part of me now. I was proud of them. The monster inside of me has finally come out to play. I can stop running from it. This was who I always was and always made out to be. I laughed, "Monster, what makes a monster? Do they have to be big and green with sharp teeth? Haha, no. The monsters are the ones that reside within us."

Usually, it would be said that I have reached the brink of insanity. I beg to differ, I have simply found myself, and I happen to already be insane.