Chapter 1

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10/25/17

I went to a normal school. I wasn't bullied. I didn't really have any family problems. So why I decided to become a killer, I don't know.

9/30/17

Im not exactly what you would call normal. Ive always had a knack for fights. I never killed anyone though. I just like punching, kicking, and tackling. That type of stuff, but about two or three days ago I started hearing a little voice in the back of my head that would say

"kill them, kill them, kill them."

Then I barely heard it so i just put it of as nothing. I didn't think much of it, but now its saying

"Kill Them, Kill Them, Kill, Kill, Kill Them All."

It only says that when I'm fighting though. I still don't think much of it, so I don't talk about it, or think about it that much.

10/2/17

I woke up at 6:34, just like I always do. I got dressed, brushed my teeth and my hair, and packed everything that I needed for school. My mom drove me to school every day, because school was about a half hour drive away. School busses didn't drive up to my neighbor hood, it was to far in the hills. My school was also a small private school so there weren't any busses for it.

I always get to school at 7:30-7:40am about an hour early. my friends don't usually show up for another half hour so I go on my phone and start spam texting my friend Daniel when he'll get here, because its always changing for him. he's either at school before I get there, or he's 10 or 20 minuets after me, or five minuets before the bell rings for classes to start.

then one of my class mates Greg come's earlier than he usully does. he's the person i usually fight. i started running after him about to tackle him, but that litte wisper. it said

"kill him, you know you want to do it, so why dont you? it will be quick, just take a stick a shove it in his eye, that should kill him, right?"

i stopped chasing him. i didnt want to kill him. he wasnt that bad of a person. i just walked back to the benches. i got on my phone to try and distract my self.

10/12/17

the wisper its gotton worse. its telling me to kill when ever i look at a person. not just in fights anymore. in class when i look at the teacher it says

"kill her."

when i look at my friends it says

"kill them."

when i look at my enemies it says

"kill them."

its pure torture. i cant concentrate and i hate its little voice. that high pitched tone, mocking me, trying to make me do what is says.

"Freya?"

my friend broke me from my trance.

"yeah?"

"are you okay?"

"yeah, im fine" i said with a smile

10/17/17

the wisper its gotton to the point where its no longer a wisper. It says

"KILL!,KILL!,KILL!,KILL!,KILL!,KILL!,KILL!"

I walking from class. i was concentrating on the screaches. i hated that voice. i still hadnt told anyone about it, but i think im past the point of drugs.
I didnt see the stairs heading down from class and i tripped down them.
I fell down them. My friend was screaming. I didnt know why though. I was on the ground at the bottom of the stairs. I didnt feel anything and i was seeing lots of blurs. Those blurs soon turned red. I touched my forehead and looked at what was on my fingers. I was all red. I started coughing up blood. There was blood. Lots of blood. I stared at the ground and there was a circle of blood around me that was growing.
I started to close me eyes. I couldn't keep them open. I wanted them open. I wanted to see what was going to happen. I wanted to see the paramedics ( if there were any) if i died i wanted to see my last seconds. Then i noticed the blood (i hit my head to short term memory loss is to expected)it was a really nice color. I liked it. It was just really painful.  

Then i blacked out.

10/20/17

I woke up in a hospital bed. I looked to my right and my best friend was sleeping on the couch.
"Amber?"
"FREYA! Your awake!"
She ran to me and hugged me.
"OWWW!"
A nurse came in to the room and said
"I see you finally decided to wake up." She said smiling
Amber started to talk about what happened while i was out while the nurse changed my IV.
"You missed so much at school. You know david started to cry, he thought you were dead. OH! I forgot to tell you that you flat lined for an hour. Every one thought that you were dead. Well i guess you were dead. Oh also pretty much every one in the class came to wish you well. And there was a talk about it in each class. I decided to stay here after school every day, i haven't been home in three days."
I didn't hear the rest. Nor did i hear the first part. All i heard were the screams of that annoying bastard in my head.
"KILLKILLKILLKILL!"
I just wanted to die. But i couldn't. I was to weak to move from all the pain killers and laughing gas. So i couldnt stab myself or anything.

10/25/17

I was released out of the hospital yesterday. I cant stop hearing those shrieks telling me to kill. I started to think that maybe those shrieks would go away if i actually killed someone. I wanted them gone. I wanted them to shut the hell up. I truly despised them. Then i heard the TV turn on in the room next to me. It was in my parents room. I walked over to their room they yelled at me to get out. Heres the problem 1. I wanted to kill someone to make those shrieks stop. They were someones.2. That made me mad.
I went to my room. I had a sword in there. I am very interested in weaponry, so i that one was one of my favorite weapons. Why? Its silent, but deadly. I walked into my parents room with the sword. They were too concentrated on their phones to notice me. I took the sword out of its sheath.

I walked towards them with the sword.

I put my other hand on the handle.

I slowly picked it up over my head.

I heard "kill. You can kill them. Just do it."

I tightened my grip on the sword.

I slashed it downwards. It Immediately decapitated them. There was blood every were. It was such a nice color. I loved the color. But what scared me The most was that i liked it. It was the best thing I've ever did. I wanted to do it again. It was a lot of fun.
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-meh🐱

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