My brother left when I was young, I can remember much but he killed my big brother. My mum was in shock for weeks and dad kept hurting me, shouting at me, blaming it on me! It was all my fault, I didn't help my big brother and now he's dead. Dad cries a lot and Mum does too, he gets scared of dark places and corners, I don't why, all this could happen because of a family fight and murder. Well it's just me and dad now, but pretty much me, he hates me, even though I'm 14 I still don't understand how this could affect them in such a way.
My Mum went insane, she started singing his bed time songs, started rocking an invisible baby, she even stole the corpse and rocked that for a while. A few weeks later she had a fight with the illusion of my big brother, she killed herself, me and dad found her in the kitchen!
My dad still blames me, hitting and throwing me around. I don't why, it may be my fault but not enough for him to hurt me, he also cuts me and then apologizes days after then repeat it. My family is weird, and it's only me and dad left.
Today dad beat me again while I played my games. It was worse this time, the tv screen smashed and full of blood and so are my floors and walls. I can't move. Not now, it's gotten to the point where I need to establish my leadership over him, I will become the dominant male! I'll take no more pain from him, and now that lift myself off the floor I know why I see my brothers death as a casual action! Blood! The warm sticky liquid like syrup and honey, I enjoyed his death, and all of mums blood in the kitchen made me feel beyond happy! Dad no longer needs to live, I'll take him first!
This is the start of a new-
"Hey, can I have a few litres of your blood?" A stranger peering through his bedroom window cocks their head for an answer, " Look, human I'm in a hurry, I've got a family with no skin, and I want to bathe them in blood, please, half a liter!"
I looks back in surprise, this things mouth is etched into a smile, his hair black a wiry dropping low past his chin and his clothes full of blood!
"I-I want to keep my blood! Have my dads over there!" I stuttered growling and laughing as doing so.
"I think I like your tone, stay here, while I kill and brutalize your dad. Thx." The stranger replied flying through the door laughing towards the kitchen at lightning pace. Following that were countless screams and bits of flesh departing!
It returns with a mangled dad in the corridor, holding, 2, 4 liter bottles full of the most beautiful liquid known the man! I can't control myself, I let out a yelp and grab one bottle beginning to down it. The sweet liquid streams down my mouth sending me in a new world, in seconds it's gone and after wiping my mouth and having a little breather I say,"Thanks!"
In a lighter tone.
He smiles and says excitedly,"come with me!" And smiles again leaping out of the window into the blistering night.
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Sinners still have Souls
FanfictionThis is about a creepypasta known as Tom he lived in a small apartment with his family in a a densest populated side of London. What I'm taking too long, Ok ok no need to scream about it uh, Yeah just read it.
