Psychotic Desires

|Chapter 1|Prologue

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

'The fuck is that noise...?'

Is your first thought when the blaring and oh-so-wonderful sound of a shrill noise coming from beside your bed disturbs you of your beauty sleep.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

'...Who am I killing today, cause I'm sure as a fucking dinosaur on crack that I have never once bought myself an alarm clock.'

Is your second thought as you literally    destroy the disgusting abomination that is your sisters face--Oh, wait, you were actually thinking that was an alarm clock? or perhaps a heart monitor? Sadly your sister is not an inanimate object that you can just press a button and make it stop fucking talking.

Snapping out of your little chit-chat with the people behind the screen--oh yeah we see you Author~Chan--you lazily slide off the bed and groan like a zombie that just got over a hangover of human flesh.

You rise up from the floor looking ever the part of Jesus Christ, who might I add hasn't left their room in a week and has only been surviving off junkfood and the water from the sink in your rooms bathroom, halo of birds nest hair and all, 'Seriously I really need to brush it, I swear I think something moved in it yesterday.'.

Except your not glowing bright lights and there is no heavenly music behind you, just Cheetos crumbs and the sound of your sister threatening to break your phone--Wait.

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BREAK MY PHONE?!

You turn just in time to see that sneaky little bitch run off with it and there's only one thing you can do in a life or death situation like this...

Shrieking like a banshee and creating a fit is probably what most normal teenagers would do in a situation like this, oh but whoever said you were normal?

'Oh she's so dead she doesn't even know it.'

'HA! Texas Chainsaw movie reference!'

'Come on guys let's go~ she's getting away!'

And that, my dear good friends, is why you are not normal.

You have a voice in your head--Well more like 2 voices in your head--I know what your thinking, how did I become so fabulous as to achieve becoming a mentally insane--oh baby you better believe it--person such as I?

Well, that's easy, I can see dead people--

'Do you have to be such an idiot all the fuckin' time? Sigh.'

Ugh, fine fine, so the real reason is because they aren't actually voices-- They're your twin sisters, and yes you three are triplets if you add yourself.

You see when you were born, you actually came out with three fucking hearts, I know it sounds impossible okay? but just hear me out.

So when you were born you actually came out looking like a mutated human spider thing, 6 limbs and all that beautiful shit, so after your mom was finished shrieking her lungs out at your magnificent beauty, they ordered that the doctors immediately do surgery on your oh so cute little body, at least that's was your mother so lovingly told you when you asked why there was scars on your torso one day.

Anyway--back to murdering your sister.

After running around the house in only your underwear and bra trying to obliterate your sister, she finally collapsed into a wheezing pile of flesh and bones with you landing right on top of her.

"Oh sister dearest...--*wheeze*"
Is the first thing you say when you somewhat even out your breathing.

Your sister looks up at you fearfully and gulps, and you can literally see a sign on the top of her head pointing at herself saying, R.I.P baby! You lived a good life, please, don't let my sister eat my waffles!, when she sees your devils reincarnated grin spread across your face--

and that my dear friends, is where you will be leaving it off, cause ain't nobody wanna hear what you did after that, let's just say...Mama's gonna kill me.

Again.

(A/N!)

HEY EVERYBODY!

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY STORY, IM SORRY FOR THE CURSING BUT IT WILL CALM DOWN SOON.

ANYWAY, HAVE A GREAT DAY, SEE YOU SOON!