The new pasta (creepypasta fanfiction)

Warning, there's a bit of gruesome scenes in this chapter, just warning you in case you don't like it :) this is my first creepypasta fanfic so feel free to criticize I don't mind as long as it's not too mean. Enjoy!

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No one ever questioned my sanity. Even when they saw my butchered wrists and heard my dangerous comments about knives and death and serial killers. My family just told me to stop because it was "stupid to talk like that or hurt yourself for no reason".

Most of the time I could just push these strange urges down and pretend that I was happy. It was even easy sometimes but then I'd read about a serial killer or catch a glimpse of a knife and then I'd get butterflies in my stomach and chest and sometimes spasms in my arms begging me to gut someone or slit a throat.

The feeling got so bad at one point that I had to stop going in the kitchen. It started when I was washing the dishes and a giant carving knife appeared in my hand. I held it and a crazed smile shot across my face. It looked beautiful with its metallic shine and plastic handle, I twirled it in my hands, the feeling of the knife felt perfect in my small, slender hand. All I could imagine was all the lives this weapon could take in the most gruesome way possible.

After an incident in which I got dangerously close to becoming a 12yr old murderer I thought I really needed to control this feeling. I got better and more 'normal' and even started thinking about the future and what I could do.

I became accepted by my family again and I was less of an outcast at school. You could even say things were looking up for me. My friends would ask if I could hang out after school with them and I started doing more productive things like reading and drawing. I even started passing all my subjects, I wasn't scared anymore about becoming a murderer because the feeling wasn't there anymore... I was becoming a normal teenage girl, finally. But I still had a demon.. that urge, that whisper of a kill, the feeling could come back, and knowing that, knowing that I might not be able to control it next time, was my biggest fear of all.

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"Hey Annie! you coming out to the milkshake bar tomorrow? Sammy's gonna be there!" my friend Alice called from the other side of the street, she ran towards me and said in a tone more hushed, "plus I need you to come, Dominic is coming and you know what I'm like 'round him." I gave my best friend a playful push and agreed to go with a sound of enthusiasm, even though I hated going out with Sammy and Dom, they were always so immature and rude to everyone but because I'm such an absolutely amazing friend I was going so Alice could try and get closer to Dom.

I walked Alice home then started through the woodland park to get to my house. I put my earphones in and blasted Pierce the veil in the hope it would make the journey quicker.

Because it was winter, it got dark really early, it was only 4 o'clock yet it seemed almost pitch black in the woods. This gave me an eerie feeling, as if I was being watched, I looked around, no one was there.

Eventually I reached home, with a quick hello to my mum I ran upstairs to lay on my bed. I guess I must have been tired because when I woke up the house was silent. I put my pyjamas on and went downstairs to get a drink.

Judging by the clock, I realized it was 2:15 in the morning. Good job I didn't need to go school tomorrow.

I sat in the kitchen for an hour just looking round and foraging through the cupboards for some food. That's when I saw it. Glinting in the faint moonlight, the beautiful and mysterious distant friend I used to love. The giant carving knife.

Suddenly a familiar feeling in my stomach grew, it rose into my chest and started spreading through my body. It was so intense that it made me feel sick, I fell to the floor gasping and covered in sweat, for the first time in three years, the feeling had come back again. I got up feebly and grabbed the knife. The comforting feeling of the handle was perfect in my hand, I stalked up the stairs like a killer and pushed the door gently of my parents room.

I had no control over my body and this emotion made me like that fact, to enjoy what I was about to do. I had no regrets pushing the knife into my mother's fiancee, deeper and deeper, I even let out a maniacal laugh as the blade dragged across his throat. His blood covered my hands and my pyjamas but I didn't care, I crept over to my peaceful mother. I gave a sadistic smile as the knife went straight into her chest again and again.

I stared, pleased with my work. Their blood covered my arms and pyjamas but I didn't care, after so many years I had finally satisfied the urge but this satisfaction wasn't going to last for long. I knew I was going to have to kill soon.

I gasped as if I had just come out of a hallucination, a trance. I looked around confused, what was I doing standing in my parents ro-

OMG WHAT HAVE I DONE!? I'M COVERED IN BLOOD AND MY PARENTS... MY PARENTS... 

I collapsed on the floor tears pouring out of my eyes until it hurt to cry, my wailing and screaming made my throat sore. Had I really done this? I can't believe I could do this.

I was so sickened by the sight before me that I threw up. I was so scared by what I'd done that I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. Kissing goodbye to my parents, I fled.

I ran out the house barefoot, pyjamas covered in blood and the knife still in my hands. I ran so fast almost as if I was trying to escape myself. I sped into the forest dazed by my grief. After a while of running mindlessly, I knelt on the floor in defeat, I was filthy and bloody but I didn't care, my knees gave way underneath me, I must have been running for hours because now I was drenched with fatigue, I felt it spread all through my body as I lay on my back staring at the trees.

My knife fell just to my side, and that's when I had an idea to end it all here. I picked it up weakly and lifted my wrist up, with a trembling hand I sliced a deep gash into it and let the blood pour out. I did the same with my other wrist but it was harder with the wound I'd given myself.

I lay back down and cried silently, waiting for death to take me. I was so disgusted with myself that I had to choose the most long and painful death for myself, bleeding to death seemed good enough.

After laying for what seemed like long painful hours, my sight and hearing became very bad. But still good enough to hear the faint voices coming from the trees.

"Jack! Masky! you've got to see this! She's really hurt"

"Who's hurt? it better not be Sally!" more voices surrounded me and started coming closer, all I could see were figures crowding me.

All I heard was more and more voices, yet all I could think was that they should leave me alone to die.

"Woah! She's got a knife... and she's.... is she human?" their voices kept fading in and out but the last thing I heard was a static scary voice.

"She used to be, but now there's no human left, we need to take her to the mansion, she may not be human but she's still mortal, we'll need to get her wrists stitched up."

I felt long bony hands lift me up before I passed out.