An average person's adventure (creepypasta)

Chap 4: Try again

Ah, I can't control my head again... I'm attacking them, I'm feeling weird. My mouth is muttering something like: 'Kill... Kill... Kill...' I'm feeling like a mind-slave. (Jokes: Yandere simulator reference?)Their bullets are slipping through my skin, slicing it, living red marks. My body is avoiding the bullets so none of them really hit me directly. But why am I attacking them? I think moving closer to them is a good idea because it makes them easier to kill me, but why attacking? That's right, I remembered, I want to feel their pain... It's better to kill them with their own weapons though, it must be good to be 'betrayed' by my weapons...

But if I kill them successfully, I won't be able to die, right? I don't think I can win them, so it's ok... I'm getting too close to them, the axe man threw an axe right into my shoulder, a deep cut appeared on my body... great... it's really feels great... I can't go against them by my strength so I think it's so great to die here, though my strength usually isn't this strong... I think the bloodlust that I can't control any more, invoke some chemicals in my head which made my strength increases.

The cut is bleeding too much, I might die because of blood-loss... great news! But I keep on attacking them... I think I will die soon though, they will kill me... I want to meet Jeff first... Being killed by him might be better, but this is fine, I think I will be brutally muderred either way... and that's great. But Jeff is great... I unconsciously said: "Jeff... I want to meet...." My hands... unconsciously threw the pen... into the axe man's chest. He didn't took that much damage but at least his wound is bleeding...  I'm falling down... I'm gonna die like this, I want it to be more painful... Ah, I'm losing... consciousness...

I woke up... in a hospital... again! What? Why didn't they kill me? Am I not worthy? So frustrating! There are even more stitches on my body than before, all over it. A nurse came in, she relized that I woke up, and she ran off to call my family in. After a few seconds, my parents, and my relatives came busting in. They are crying tears of happiness, my mother hugged me, saying: "How can you be so stubborn! Do you know how worried I am!" I'm sorry... you are a good mother... but please... stay away from me... I can't control it anymore... I hold down my head, trying to calm down. I can't stop thinking about it anymore, I must end myself as soon as possible!

I came back to the house... I am locking myself up in the room again. This time, there are more cameras in the room, the table is removed to another corner, the window is locked... Hah, I won't be able to go out of the room for now... I must go to that forest again, but how? Let's wait for a few days for the opportunity.

I found it! The frying pan! At night, I sneak out of the room, everybody is sleeping... I pick up the frying pan, and goes back my room. On the way, I saw a fire lighter, I think I will be needing this... it's not like I'm gonna burn the house down...

In my room, there are still cameras, I don't care about this anymore... This will be the last time I am in this house. Also, I clear up the internet's history so no one knows what I am up to... I take the pen, and ready to go. The window is locked, not that much of a problem, this is why to took the frying pan. I smash the frying pan onto the window, breaking it down. As I was about to leave, I notice the pieces of glass on the floor, they're sharper than the pen, easier to carve, so I take one piece that fits my hand.

The nearby forest, here I come. Yup, here is it. So where is the piece of glass... Ah... why now? The bloodthirst is getting stronger, at this rate, I can't stay sane to do the summoning... What to do? Ah, I want it, I want blood. As I was about to stab the piece of glass into my arm, I hear a voice... "Hey, little lady, feeling unwell? You can go with us, we will take... real good care of you!" (Author note: As expected of bandits, she is not 18 yet...)

Turning around, I see 3 large men, in their hands are bottles of alcohol... They wear sloppy clothes... Honestly, they look like bandits. Well, I haven't encountered any of them in real life, but now I see... They're huge but they don't look strong... Wait, their bodies, their bodies contain blood right, if I stab them, blood will flow out, right? If I kill them, I will be able to feel their pain, right. I can 'put myself in their shoes', right? That's the power of empathy! Well,  I think, killing them is a good idea.

I don't know what they really mean but I think I need to find a place where there's less people around in the forest, and I don't want to leave blood marks on the road, they're hard to clean... I raise my voice: "Okay... Misters... can we go to that place in the forest? I-I don't want to be seen..." They smirked and accepted, I don't know why but this is... convenient... I can't wait!

We arrived in a area in the forest where there're less trees, I don't want to burn down the forest. The environment is important... Before they can speak anything, I hit the frying pan into one of them's head, knocking the conscious out of him, he falls down into the ground. The second guy runs to me, trying to attack, I stab to piece of glass into his legs, in pain, he kneels down. The third one also runs to me, he is so slow... I smash the frying into his head, he is knocked out. There is still one guy conscious, though he hardly run, he is trying to reach out to me, swearing. Yay~ The piece of glasses right into your head! 10 out of 10 points...

(Torturing will continue...) (Sorry if you hate horror... But hey, this is a creepypasta fan fic...)