It all started when I met him. Sculpture had held out a hand to me and offered me freedom , offered me a better life. He said he would give a week two decide. And just like that he was gone. I got up and left the alley , my face still hurt from the fight with the snobs. I walked to my house. Of course I could hear yelling. "You stupid fuck!" I heard my dad said. They went on and on , and like always I sat on the porch. Finally when the fight stopped with my mom crying I went in. "Mom ," I said. She looked up at me. I watched as she got up to turn her anger on me. " Where the hell were you , you stupid little girl!" She said grabbing my hair. She threw me to the ground. I looked up , and in my head I started to hear Sculptures voice saying "What are you waiting for? Kill her." And right before I knew it , I could feel pain all over my body as my mom stomped on me. She stopped when she heard the phone ring. I got up , bleeding. I went to my room to hide. Laying in my bed I kept hearing voices. "Why is this happening!" I shouted. Maybe it's because of .... Sculpture , I thought. Laying there I fell asleep.
School day
"Hey , freak!"
Jessica said pushing me.
"What the hell do you want."
I said as I kept reading.
"Nothing , what you reading."
She said taking it from me.
As they all kept taunting me , something snapped. I grabbed the closes chair , and slammed it into Jessica's head. This is Sculpture s fault.
It's all because of him. Jessica landed on the floor blood gushing out of her head. I picked up the chair and did soaked it again and again and again , the other kids stayed in the corner of the room cowering. "If you ever come near me I will beat you till your pulse stops! Got that!" I said to her. I turned around and faced the class. " That goes for you too!" And I walked away. Waiting go to my dreadful home.
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The Sculptors Proxies
HorrorPlease don't hate on my own creepypasta story and I would like it if it was made out of a amv , if there are any problems please tell and would like it if you guys would give me any ideals on the story of the sculptor. And I love bloody painter and...