Lost Time (A Creepypasta Story)

Blood

     I notice that my nose started bleeding which happens when I remember too much, I grab a tissue out of my pocket and wipe the blood away with it. I see a speck of blood on the branch below the one I'm sitting on, I climb down to it. More blood trails down the trunk of the tree, followed by splatters.

     It's too foggy to see anything below about 7 feet, so I climb lower. Eventually I can see the ground. I look around to see a puddle of blood on the grass. There are drips of blood comming from the tree trunk, but under the branch I'm on so I can't see where it's comming from. I jump to a branch across from me and look down.

     My usually dark world is painted red, stained red. The bright world made me discover another suicide, a bullet straight to her head, the gun only a few feet away from her hand. Only another reason why I live in the darkness.

     While looking at the girls body, I can't imagine her being stressed, but only happy. She is wearing brightly colored pajamas, and they look new. She is a blond with brown hair on the underside. Did she belong to the popular group? She looks like she has every reason to live, but she chooses death..

     Well, I guess death technically isn't a choice, you can't really control it, there could always be that one person that cuts your life short. Sometimes you die of sickness or old age, which is also uncontrollable, you can pause it, but it will get you one day. Then there's suicide. When most think of suicide, they think someone couldn't live with themselves, that something was wrong with them, so terribly wrong that it drove them over the edge to imagine theirselves, but actually, think about it. Other people, other things, caused this insanity inside the minds of these people, my mom drove my brother insane, but she got punished by him as he punished himself. Your supposed to die with the one you love, not the one you hate.

     My hand is soaking wet along with my upper lip and the tissue. I grab another tissue and wipe my hand, then put the new tissue up to my nose. I put the bloody tissue in my trash bag which takes up a little less then half of my backpack.

     I end up looking at the body and imagining what her life was like, it makes my nose stop bleeding to imagine such a happy person.