"Till Death Do Us Part." A Creepypasta Fanfiction (Discontinued)

Dress Up

I enter the bathroom and lock the door. I look at my reflection. My right eye is glowing red while my left eye is glowing blue. Matthew's and Kenzie's favorite colors.

My eyes are bloodshot. The red handprint on my face ran so it looks like it is melting. My whole body is red. It makes me breathlessly chuckle. I take off my boots and grab my knife, climbing onto the counter. I pull off my socks and throw them to the ground. I turn the water on and run them on my tore up feet. I stare into my reflection.

I hold the knife up to my hand. I slash my hand. I hold my hand over my feet and squeeze, the blood falling into the sink. I look back at my reflection, resting my arm on my leg.

I grab a rag and pick it up, dropping my knife. I put the rag under water and pull it up to my face. I wipe my face.

I drop the rag on the counter. I hold my bloodied hand to my face. I place a bloody hand print on my right eye. I pick up the knife, lowering my other hand.

I run the knife around the hand print, creating the outline of a hand. I pick up the rag and wipe the blood away. I jump off the counter, slipping on the ground. I fall into the door. I sit on the ground for a moment. I look around. My blood soaks the black and white tiled floor. Two or three bloodied hand prints litter the white walls.

I open the cup board under the sink. I find a medical kit and pull it out, setting it on the counter. I turn the sink off. I pull my clothes off, revealing multiple scars. Some faded, other fresher. Some self inflicted, others abusive marks. Some of the wounds reopened, including one on my abdomen.

I grab a needle and thread. I sew the cut closed and wipe it off. I wrap it in bandages. I wrap the other reopened wounds before I reach my arms. I ignore them and move to my feet. My torn and bloody feet drip water and blood as I dry them off, rewrapping them. I pull my socks back on, along with my boots. I look at my arms.

I look down at the soaking wet dirty, bloody bandages. I slowly pull them off. Written into my left arm with permanent ink the word 'believe' rests. On my right arm, 'beautiful' is written. I drop the bandages to the ground. I look in the mirror.

"I am beautiful." I breathe out of my sore throat. I clean my face with rag. After that, I wrap my right eye in bandages. I pick up the bandages off the ground and throw them into the waste basket. I pull my clothes back on. I look at the blood on the walls and smile. "I always hated the color white."

I unlock the door and open it, finding Jeff, Toby and Hoodie on the other side.

"What did you do?" Jeff asks. I glare at him.

"You'll see." I mysteriously answer. I flip my hair and walk away from the laughing boys on the ground. I enter the den and plop onto the couch. Ben is playing video games. "Can I join?"

He nods and hands me a controller. He changes the game to a combat game. We pick our characters and Ben starts the match.

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I won every round.

"For a video game player, you suck." I tell Ben. He looks at me sadly. I smile at him. Sally skips down the stairs. I tilt my head and look her. She grabs my hand and drags me upstairs.

"What are you doing?" I ask. She looks at me smiling.

"We are going to play dress up." She giggles. My eyes widen. I have never done this.

"Uh. Okay, what do I need to do?" I ask. She looks at me and hands me a dress. I walk into the bathroom and pull on the dress.

How did she even get her hands on this? It is in perfect condition. She pulls me to the steps. She hands me a pair of black heels. I groan and take off my shoes. I put the heels on, clinging to the wall.

"Stay here. When I tell you to walk down, walk down as prettily a possible. Okay?" She asks. I look at her and nod. She walks down the stairs.

She shouts to me minutes later. I hold tightly onto the rail and slowly walk down the stairs, with my eyes closed. I open my eyes when I reach the bottom step. I step off but trip on my feet and fall. I brace for impact, but it never comes. I look up.

Of course.

...Hoodie holds me up. He helps me up. I look at him for a minute then turn around. Sally claps her hands happily.

"Can I... take these off now?" I ask. She nods. I take them off and pull out my knife. I repeatedly stab the damn shoes, cursing at them. Then, I throw them across the room, they hit the wall. I stand proudly.

"I like her." Masky states. Hoodie nods. I smile and laugh, as do the others. I walk into the dining room and pull my knife out of the table. I walk back to my room. I throw my knifes onto the ground and lay in my bed.