Bloody Mary: The Obsession With Blood

3 Chapters

CHAPTER 1- Mary is Bloody

Blood. I can feel my veins being emptied into the white sink. The bloody razor drips next to my wrist. I feel dizzy again...So dizzy...WAKE UP!! Im awake. Barely awake, i can see red, so much red. I look down to touch my wrist, and see the deep cut that my death shall come from. So much blood, its fun to touch! I dip my hand into the sink, I pull it out, using the rest of my strength. I look and see my father and brother...What are they doing in here?

"I heard Mary say she was going upstairs...OH MY GOD!!"

"Mary, honey what have you done..."

My father is picking me up, I fall limp. I lean my head to his chest to hear his heartbeat. It's fast. i can feel him running me down the stairs. I feel his thumping heart against my ear. I love my dad...I love Jacob, how could i have done this to my only family? I have done something terrible. No its not that i just passed out, not that i just exhaled my last breath, no. I got blood all over my dad's brand new white shirt.

Dang, that shirt looks like its worth fifty dollars.

     CHAPTER 2- Chocolate cake

"Mary! Mary , come inside, the cake is ready for you!", My dad called.

" Alright daddy!", I said.

I crossed the grass leading up to our wooden patio. My shoes are off because i love the thick, green, grass below my feet. I never worried about stepping on Jacob's toys, I dont know why? I start to run towards my dad, i can see him through the glass doors. He is still icing the cake, Coloring it a beautiful purple color. WOW! I think, That's 2 tiers!. I used to be excited for everything, though honestly i do love cake. Everyone likes cake, right? I run onto the wood patio, and feel a sharp stinging pain in my left foot. 

"OW!", I yell. I yell for my dad, by just saying ow. he knows when to come for me.

"Mary? are you okay?", my dad questions. I suddenly.feel a presence. not my father, not Jacob, but something spiritual.  it feels like a girl. It feels like impending doom, someone is watching me. I hear yelling. screaming! I scream as I come out of my trance.

this happens too often, I think.

"My foot hurts really bad!", I reply. I look down to see my foot, torn open by Jacob's red lego block. the red in the block matches the red in my blood. i am fascinated. too fascinated. i take my index finger and touch the blood pouring out of my heel. it sting from my dirty, unwashed hands. i look and how it rest on my finger. then, without thinking, i put the finger in my mouth. 

My dad immediatly see's what i just did and takes the finger out of my mouth. i gaze blankly into the forest behind our house. i think only of the metallic taste of my own blood. My father cleans up my wound, jacob handing him Band-Aids, and rubbing alchohol. Jacob doesnt notice my expression, him only being 11. he never notices when something is wrong. I dont care about Jacob. Only my blood. I am 12, my name is Mary Rancid, and This is when i started to have an obsession with cutting.

My dad brings out the cake for me, sets it on the table. The sky has turned dark for the night. I get up, and the life returns to my face. I see the candles light up on the purple cake. the candles spell out 12, and I immediatly wish a terrible thing.  I climb up on the chair, look at the cake, close my eyes and wish.

"I wish that when i turn 15, i will see all of my blood". Of course I only think this wish, or else it wont come true. Finally Jacob and my Dad clap, as i blow out the candles. Jacob cuts into the cake. Yum! its chocolate!   

CHAPTER 3- The Final Event

Now i am 14, and of course this is my birthday. you know what is going to happen, but i have forgotten. i am in my first year of highschool. the school day just ended.

"OMG i am so excited! my Birthday i totally, like, today!". Jesus i sound like an idiot.

"OMG are you serious? lol like happy B-day!"

then we all got excited and did a classic white girl SQUEEEE!!!. wow.

The bus ride was bumpy, but only for 15 minutes. we passed by the old taco place, i just look out the window. Befor i know it we are at my stop, Jacob is waiting there. he is 14 now, his voice hasnt deepened too much, but he is growinf facial hair. i jump of the bus, into his arms. He has always been supportive of me.

" Are you excited Mary?", he asked nervously.

"Of course! i cant wait!", i replied loudly. any girl would be lucky to have him.

we walk home and i enter the front door, fling my bag towards the stairs, and hug my dad. why am i so excited? my dad reads my expression, but doesnt say anything. why not? whatever, i think as i walk up the stairs. I go into the bathroom, check my hair, and my outfit, then i decide i should change. i walk in front of the mirror and see, just for a second, a girl. she is wincing, and covered in a deep red color...suddenly i snap out of my trance. what? i think. Hmm... whatever, i answer myself. then i walk into my room. its white, on white, with a white beanbag, white dresser, and white bed. wood floors though. I look at the room with sorrow, i cant understand why. I walk down stairs and pick up my backpack. its so heavy, i think. i plop back into my room, and sit down in my office chair, next to my white desk. suddenly i hear a whoosh, and my homework is done.

"how?", i think out loud. Its dark outside.Already? i hop over to my dresser, and change my clothing. I can only find a purple sock and a green sock. i stare at them, and they start to turn pink, then red... i snap out of it. i put on my purple dress, no pattern, just a short sleeved, short purple cotton dress. i walk downstairs barefoot. I hear my dad and Jacob singing already. i run to the table and see a...chocolate cake.

"YUM!" i say. I hear another whoosh, and im eating cake. 'seriously whaaa?' i think. hmm, whatever. the peice of cake falls out of my mouth.

"Dude, first day with a new mouth?", Jacob teases.

" Mary? hahaha, you're such a weirdo!", My dad says.

"Jeez, you guys are the weirdo's, who uses sporks to eat anyways?", I tease back. we all laugh, we are all comedic. I finish my piece of cake, and walk upstairs, to the bathroom. i excuse myself first, though. i walk to the shower, and see a shining object.  A razor. I pick it up, and sit down on the toilet. i look at the razor, and put my wrist up on the sink.I know why its looks so pretty, i think. you know what would look great with this color of metal?, i think to myself. I reply to myself, red!. i extend my arm, and then i cut. I focus my eyes on the greenest vein, take the pointy edge of the razor, and put it on the vein and i push down, and slide it vertically towards my elbow.  i look at the razor, and lick the blood off of it.

"Its so pretty!". with those words Jacob, and Dad come upstairs, saying that i forgot to open my presents. if you dont remeber what happens next, go to the top of this story.

I dont wake up. actually im telling you this story from purgatory. they take me to the hospital, pump blood into me, but i go into a coma. they pull the plug 3 days later. Jacob livesin the same house, he is 42 now. my dad passed away 2 years ago. those whoosh noises were time passing by. because i made the wish, time would move to make it happen.it left no time for me to change my mind. my family continued to live on, and remebered me. the reason for the random sock moment was because my eyes were starting to only see red, because of the soon to come blood. 

I am in purgatory because they cant decide whether or not to send me to heaven, or hell. I would prefer hell. i did something terrible to my dad. something rotten. something he will never forget, nor I. I ruined his nice, white shirt.

If you happen to do the Bloody Mary thing in the mirror, you probably wont summon Queen Mary, she is busy. You might summon me. I am just a spirit, i cause the obsession with blood. The obsessions with cutting. I cause girls to end their own lives at the edge of a razor. I am Bloody Mary.