an obviously random, short, creepy story I made up a few seconds ago

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by Creamurr

by Creamurr

(. On a quick little note.)

IIIISSS YOUUUUR SCHOOL FULL OF HOES, DO THEY ALWAYS BITCH AND MOAN?! DO THEY TALK ALL THAT SHIT, BEFORE GETTING EXPOSED, THEY GET IN TROUBLE ALL THE TIME, WHEN THEY ALWAYS CRY AND WHINE, IS YOUR SCHOOL... FULL OF...HOOOOOOOOOEEEEES

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-.Crimson.-

(. If you can think of a better name, then DONT. HOLD. THE FUCK. BACK.)

5:10 am. 50 more minutes of his eyes piercing through me. They stare deeply and coldly, as he lays there motionless, his blonde hair covers his eyes, but his slow, shaky breaths fill the silence. And that black aura, it stands there, glaring. I'm not sure how much longer I can lay here awake, but it's life or death now, and I can't lose.

I wake up to the glare of sunlight in the window, a bird's song surrounds me with comfort until a feeling of unease covers my mouth so words and pleads of guilt can be left unspoken. Fear and pain whips me around to see his body, blood stained the sheets a crimson, wine red. His mouth sewn closed so no one in any neighboring house could hear his cries for help . his eyes were fixed to the ceiling, unmoving, they seemed broken, even before death. It all seemed so clear now. I did this. I killed him.

I killed everyone I know.

Everyone I loved.

But now, I'm alone.

I'm his last victim.