It's 11:13 pm and you are still awake, for some reason you are alone, in your house, in your living room. Lights out, and the TV is on, you have changed the channel so many times in hopes to find something interesting to watch but there is nothing that catches your attention, so you decide to watch the news. After the weather report, they announce some breaking news, there is a girl, going around the neighborhood killing people. None of her victims survive, and the crime scenes are as bloody as they can get. Her method is to cut the victims, make them suffer and then leave a message in there walls with their blood.
The police recommend the public to stay home and keep your windows and doors locked. You turn off the TV frightened, scared, and start to check, every window and door, to make sure they are all locked. Once you do so you sit on the sofa, in total darkness to afraid to turn the lights on. Then you hear a sound, and you jump a little, check the kitchen thinking it came from there, and there is nothing. You calm yourself down, maybe the news is going to your head and your mind is playing games with you.
You head to the fridge and take a glass of water, and when you close the fridge you see a girl behind you, with a knife in her hands, through the reflection of the fridge door, you turn around glass shattered, and then... you wake up covered in sweat. You been sleeping in the sofa with the TV on, you turn off the TV and turn the lights on, and you find yourself surrounded by walls covered in blood, and with knifes. A finger written message, with fresh blood and a knife stuck in the wall. The message says;
"They will all pay for their sins"
You feel terrified and then hug yourself,and start to hear screams of pain and suffering of the people who were murdered,by this psycho who is in your house. Your first thoughts are, "You are next", and run to the kitchen to get a knife, to protect yourself and then you realize that your hands are covered in something. You look at yourself and you are covered in blood, you look up and see your reflection in the window and you have blood splattered all over you, even in your face. Your heart is beating faster and faster, and see all the blood prints around the kitchen too, and realize this was all you.
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Fragments of the Broken
Teen FictionJournal of broken pieces, where broken hearts and broken people lie on. Where you'll find things that you might've felt at a time or seen before your eyes. A projection, an art expression of things we keep, things we see. We are all Wallflowers, and...
