After school, Karisma went into her room, grabbed her sewing kit, and went into the bathroom. She then took a needle and a really long line of thread, and a pair of scissors. She wanted to have a 'unique' look. She then came up with an idea. She started stitching her left eye shut. She had a dime in the eye anyways. So, it was the right thing to do that. She then realised during the nonsense during her murder, there a big cut on her neck. It wasn't a deep cut, but she wanted to fix that. So, what did she do, she stitched it shut, since everybody wants her to shut up. She didn't like her name, either, so, she came up with a similar, yet unique name. "Now, my name is Kariah." She said in a monotone voice to herself. Now,
she is now a walking killer eighth grader. She also forgot about outfits. She found her mom's black/dark grey dress with thin straps and black thigh high socks, and last but not least, a garter belt for a touch. She put them all on and loved how she looked. "Now my look is finished, but I must do what any young serial killer does.." She said to herself. She grabbed the telephone and called her mom. "K-Karisma? Is that you?" Her mom answered in a normal, yet shaky voice. "My name is Kariah, mother. Where are you?" replied Karisma. "I'm at work. Why are you home so early?" Her mom replied back. "I got sent home due to reasons I cannot discuss..please c-come home." Karisma's words were slurred and turned into a stutter due to the stitches in her mouth. "But Karisma-" "COME HOME RIGHT NOW." Karisma replied quickly in an angry, demon voice. Karisma wasn't normal. She was turning into a stitched up crazy killing machine. "Okay, okay I'll come home! Just don't talk to me like that, Karis- I mean..'Kariah'." Her mom replied back, in shock. Karisma hung up the phone and waited for her mom to come back.
Half an hour later, her mom came home. But she didn't know that Karisma was right behind her, ready to grab her. Karisma jumped behind her mom and pinned her on the floor, then putting a tranquilizer in her neck, causing her to pass out. Her mom woke up, bound to a chair, covered in rope, the kind used to make a noose. Karisma was standing right in front of her, holding a large kitchen knife, a syringe, and a needle and thread. "K-Karisma?! Let me go!" Her mom cried. "I'm sorry, mother. But Kariah's business isn't finished yet." She replied back. Karisma then started to cut her mother's arms, leaving at least five slits on each forearm. Blood seeping from the open wounds, she then took her syringe and sucked up the blood on the floor and from the cuts. She then put all the harvested blood into a ziploc bag. She then started to stitch her mom's eyes and mouth shut and sealed the deal by shoving the knife into her mom's stomach, making her choke to death on her own blood.
