Dílis Fuil~Faithful Blood {creepypasta}

1:a reason

This is ur outfit for the chapter btw.
The proxie symbol is the medium sized tattoo you have on your back.
And the other symbol is quite big and that's on the top of your hand.
If you want anymore tattoos add them yourself.
Your age in this story is 17 (and yeah you have tattoos at this age anyway let's get onto the story)

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Your POV

Beep...
beep...
beep beep...
BEEP BEEP BEEP BE—

Cutting of the last annoying little beep of the alarm clock, I abruptly sit up grab the clock and chuck it at the wall harshly silently hoping it wouldn't break...well it did brake, adding itself to the small pile of broken clocks in the corner of my room -_-

Ok...yes I admit I have a very low tolerance for things annoying but who doesn't, right? Heh...

Dragging me out of my thoughts is the dull remembrance of school today so I do my bland morning routine; take a shower, get changed, brush my hair , brush my teeth then pick the ''hoodie-of-the-day'' which is basically my daily thing.
I get my bag from in front of my wardrobe and head downstairs putting it next to the stool beside the kitchen island. Turning on the kettle after filling it up, i place my flask on the black marble counter then subconsciously start making my coffee.

My parents- damnit *Speak of the devils and they shall appear,* I muse to myself, straining my ears slightly to hear the floorboards upstairs creak softly then my name being screeched out of my mother's irritating voice ( Some people would say she sounded like a harpy).
Blanking her completely i swiftly pick up my coffee full flask of the side and drift towards the door, grasping my bags strap and swinging it over my shoulder on the way trying to get out before they notice me downstairs...too late.

"Y/N!!" My mother spits sharply from the top of the stairs.
Putting an indifferent facade on I turn around "yes mother?" I say coldly somehow maintaining a polite tone.
"Were the hell do you think you are going!?" She spits once again, spittle now extremely visible, saying the word 'you' like shes speaking to a piece of dirt.

"School.." i reply monotonously, repeating inwardly to myself *too many words bring too much unwanted wrath from her*

"Fuck off then you useless waste of space and get lost!!" She squawks back almost instantly. I'm not hesitant when grabbing the smooth door handle, opening the door and rushing out almost tripping over the step down onto the path. But scuffing my boots in the process...
"shit" i hiss under my breath as I stride down the sidewalk scowling bitterly at the path below me, avoiding peoples glances and evading their view in general.

My house isn't far from school which has good and bad sides to it but I don't want to explain them now..

I get picked on a lot at school, not having friends does surprisingly have its downsides. Pretty much every one thinks im a creep so they either steer clear of me or bully me.
Im a dedicated loner, only truly having acquaintances and I like creepypasta and/or the fan-fics and basically just the stories about them in general but I like them for a different reason to others. Also explaining the tattoos.

I'm not interested in the stories of them turning 'soft' for someone they 'love'. To me its pathetic, especially when the main character is a pink pretty princess who doesn't know how to talk to intimidating people without stuttering like Professor Quirrell..
I like the stories were the author details the gory parts of their victims demise...yeah sure call me creepy but that's my favourite part.
Brushing away my thoughts briskly when i step through the school gates, its best not thinking about you peers' death when im in the same building.

After entering the school my lessons eventually go by as a blur, classes merging into a singular haze and lunch seeming like it will end up turning into a headache filled coffee break.
All through the morning i've had this odd feeling that I'm being watched and that their eyes have been burning at my skin making it feel as though im an ant being scorched alive under a magnifying glass.

Im not scared (as i probably should be) it has actually been rather exhilarating, exciting even. Its been strange feeling like this after such a long time..

But now it's slowly and surely getting very irritating. My instincts making me grasp the pocket knife in my back pocket every couple of minutes. Yes, definitely annoying.
And every time I discretely turn round I see nothing...well there are a few people staring at me in disgust but I know that the powerful stare is definitely not them.

XD this was a teaser type thing for the rest of the story I'm going to write so I hope u enjoyed

Byeeeee

Edited Monday 26th August

Words: 845