SERENITY (A Creepy Pasta Fanfiction)

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"In other news, the recent murder of The Gomez family.  The death of 42 year old Jamerosion Gomez, 39 Year old Emily Gomez and 17 year old Ashley Gomez  is still a mystery to everyone. In the weeks since the murders, police have come up with no suspects to the murder and no solid evidence to pinpoint the crime to any one person. It is still an ongoing case, if anyone has any information please call-" The news lady blabbered on before I shut off the TV.  It's been a month since I killed Ashley and ever since the news has not stopped talking about it. Apparently Ashley's dad was some kind of CEO person for this really important business and so this case got a lot more coverage than it should've.  Not that it bothered me or anything.

I went home two days after the murder and I was questioned by police. After checking that I was Infact in the hospital at the time of the murders they took me off their suspect list. I guess I just got lucky that it worked out this way.

Since I've been home, I've discovered a few things about myself. One, being that this weird mark on my stomach was a lot bigger than I had thought. It stretched from one side of my stomach to the other.  It was a big semicircle looking thing with triangles in the middle. It reminded me of a demented smile. The second thing I noticed was this other weird symbol on my shoulder.  Instead of it being a scar like the other, it looked like a tattoo. It was dark and looked professionally done. It was a circle with an X drawn through it. It was weird and I had no idea how it got there.  But since nobody saw it. They never questioned it.

This last month seemed to have been a blur. Not much has happened besides for finishing up the last of school in my new school.  It wasn't as bad as I was expecting, but I never made any friends. As upsetting as it was, I still had a couple of my friends from the other school to occasionally talk to if I got desperate for someone to talk to. Everything seemed calm in my life.  There was no voices, no nightmares, and no plain craziness. It was nice. 

The Voices. Well, they were a crazy pair.  After the murders, they praised my work. They wanted me to do it again and after a lot of convincing they finally left me alone.  Which, would've been nice except for the fact that I wanted to get answers from them. I wanted to talk about the symbols, who they were, who sent them, and most importantly, what their names were. Their voices were extremely different so I had an easy time telling them apart by voice.  They also had very different personalities that conflicted with my own.

See, mister bold and brash was very loud in my head.  His personality screamed to me that he was a complete asshole.  He was a diva really, everything had to be done his way. Everything was a joke to him.  He was a complete evil thing. Then there was mister cool calm collected.  He was more sympathetic and kind.  He tried to work me through my troubled for that week they remained.  He seemed to be like a balance between the evil that was bold and brash.

I couldn't really point anything on them; we're they Demons?  Ghosts?  Monsters?  Or even weird angels? But the worst thought that came to my mind-

Do I just have a tumor that's giving me these voices.

I shook that thought off pretty quick. If I actually had one, I would think that the hospital would've figured it out by now. I was in the hospital for almost a week, so there would've been some testings done when I was sleeping or something.  I also don't think that they would've just left it there without saying anything if they did find anything. 

I let out a sigh and I closed my laptop. It was almost 7 in the afternoon now and I had spent most of my day watching YouTube. I figured that if there was something to get my mind off of things it would be that.  But clearly, it wasn't working. 

I stood up from my bed and I looked around.  It was finally made up to my standards.  The walls were painted a soft Lavander, my bed had covers and pillow cases that matched the wall. I had a grey rug in the middle of my hardwood floor. The rest of my furniture was made from light wood.  Not painted white or anything.  Just that light material.  I had a short bookshelf that was filled mostly with pictures and some small prized possession. I had a vanity dresser with a marble top.  And a desk which had a lot of clutter on it.  But a perfect space for my laptop.