MIA (Jack Eyeless love story)

I Dont remember how I ended up in such a ruff state of life. My mind just went....Insane. My sanity Had snapped before me, leaveing me with all this INSANITY. I love It. Everywhere I go I see things.... Scary things that would seem to give regular people Nightmares, I find those "things" Entertaining.

My name is, Mia and im A Killer. It all started when I was 12. I began to feel .... Different and I was usually happy, or atleast pretending to be happy, But It got so bad, that feeling... I couldn't handle pretending anymore, my happiness overwhelmed inside me and made me More "Free". When I Went to school I constantly got pushed, shoved, and slammed into walls and lockers being called horrifically Disgusting names such as, Whore, Cunt, Spermbag, Bitch. Yes I was a Bitch, A proud Little Bitch. I couldn't deny my pain. When I turned 13, It was going to be When I finally got away from all this misery.

~ FlashBack~

"Mommy....Mommy.... I have a suprise for u..." I said walking towards her room with a steak knife tight in my hand. she had just caught me sowing my mouth in the bathroom, I couldn't let her stop loveing me... She had to...DIE. I slowly opened the door looking around, I seen her on her bed Trembling in fear and disgust was writen all over her face. "Shhh...Dont cry mommy, Just Dream". After Those words I launched at her and carved a hole in her neck and leaveing a word that said: 'Dream'. "Hehe, Now its Daddys turn to Dream". I said walking towards the garage hideing my knife behind my back. "Daddy...." I said shakeing and pretending to cry. "Yes swe-." he paused lokming at my mouth, where it was sowed from both sides leaveing just my tips of my lips open. "Whats wrong daddy?" I said smirking and my eyes watering from stareing. "Uh...nothing let me go get your mom." he said walking into the house. I followed close behind. Quietly."OH MY GO-." My dads heart slowly stopped as I plundged the knife into his chest with no trace of guilt. "Shhhh, God cant help you, All you can do now is...Dream."

~End of FlashBack~

Now I am 17, and I am constantly killing.... Where my mind is in a better place. I was walking down to my tree inside the woods. I loved my tree, it was warm and I felt safe.

"I will not die, I will Survive." I Keep telling myself that, but I dont feel sure of myself. What if I do die, im not immoral? I sighed hopping out of my tree. "Life is hell." I said quietly trying to control myself frm laughing uncontrollably.

Ill just go help someone... Dream.