BLOOD GORE DESTRUCTION SUICIDAL CONTENT... TOUCHY SUBJECTS. THAT IS YOUR WARNING.
You were an ordinary girl. Emo though yet you still want more of life. You were abandoned at 5 and managed to take care of yourself to 18, Welp
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I woke up and saw another outfit picked out. No note this time.
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I put it on then I walked downstairs. I saw... Mark?! He was looking around frantically. "Oh my God there you are. I'm holding Dark back, you have to get out of here!" He shouted.
"What?!" I shouted with tears because of my anxiety. "He only wants you for your soul, so he can stay real. Once he gets it... You'll be his forever. Please run. You'll die either way if you stay... Go... NOW!" He shouted.
Those words stung. But, sticks and stones. I dashed out the door and ran into the woods. Nice try girly
Anti?! The hell?
You better go back, you'll never guess what he does to bad girls.
But... I- I DONT KNOW I'M SO COMFUSED!
I got my shit together. I walked belack to the house. I heard Dark screaming at Mark. I freaked out and opened the door. Dark Immediatly slammed me against the wall. "I COULDN'T THINK MASTER IM REALLY SORRY I REALLY DIDNT MEAN ANYTHING I JUST WOKE UP IN A PANIC DUE TO MY GOSH DAMN ANXIETY AND I COULDNT DO ANYTHING!" I cried. Tears were spilling down my face.
"Did Mark tell you to do this!" He shouted in my face. "N-no, I didn't know Mark was here I just woke up in a panic and ny brain messed up telling me to get out and... I'm sorry." I said looking down. Dark looked shocked. "Well, you know I have to punish you." He said. I nodded slowly.
Mark looked worried. I made small hand motions and waved him away. I promise Mark, I'll take the blame for you.
Dark dragged me to the basement. He tied me to a chair. He pulled out a knife, his black souless eyes now have red irises. I felt terrified. He looked at his knife. It turned into a bunch of needles and there in his other hand was a hammer.
He placed a needle on my arm. I began to shake. He rose the hammer and stabbed the nail right through my arm. I screamed in pain. He licked the blood that came out. I felt dizzy. He placed another nail on my other arm.
I felt tears streaming down my face. He rose the hammer I closed my eyes tightly and felt the pain shoot through my arm. I cried. He then pulled out a knife and cut my legs deeply. I held in screams. I couldn't take it.
When he finished my legs were streaming with blood which he licked up. I felt tired. I hadn't screamed besides the first time he stabbed a needle in my arm. He smirked and slowly pulled the needle out of my arm.
I began to cry harder. "Pl-please stop." I whispered with tears pouring down my face. He smirked and even slower, he pulled out the other needle. I closed my eyes and tried to think my way out of the pain. Hey yanked it out of my arm at the last part. I let out a small scream. He then untied me and told me to stand. I attempted but fell I caught myself and composed myself. I was now sitting. I closed my eyes and slowly stood.
I opened my eyes. My legs were in so much pain I couldn't move, every vein, every muscle hurt to move. I then fell on my butt I pulled my legs to my chest and burried my face into my bloody knees. I cried.
Dark walked upstairs. I army crawled my way to the darkest corner of the room. I held my breath. I wanted to die. I found a cabinet. Then I saw a chair with wheels. I crawled my way to it and I got in it. It hurt, but I pushed myself to the cabinet.
I found tons of painkillers. I also found sleeping pills. I then found anti depressants. I picked up the anti depressants. I took the whole bottle then the sleeping pills which were at the highest dose. I downed them then I took one painkiller. I then found marijuana. I got high off it and I layed on the floor. I took the pocket knife from the cabinet and slit my wrists. I loved the pain.
I slit it deeper and deeper and just laughed. Probably the marijuana. I dashed upstairs and locked the door. I found some bleach and drunk a small bit. Suddenly all the pills kicked in and I began to consumed by darkness. That marijuana. That is what makes me happy.
I heard Mark crying and Dark screaming at me. I laughed and took my hopefully last breath.
I felt like I was clawing my way to freedom. This is amazing. My death... I loved it. I hope I die. . . What about Mark and Dark... Why do I care about Dark?
