My red eyes...I don't like them I ant them to disappear but they won't...
Red eyes...
AN: this is the story of how and why she is immortal and Free's red eyes
I was a normal girl and I had a somewhat normal life my father had left when I was little when he got a job somewhere far away and my father did come to visit time to time. My sister was older than me by about 3 years and she looked a lot like my father who had dark brown hair and Blue eyes and I looked like my mother is what my father always said to me when he came to visit my mother has the most beautiful crimson eyes and red hair I didn't like my eye color so i wore colored contacts that where blue so they looked like my fathers my mother feel ill for about 2 years after having me so she didn't get to see my eyes and always thought that they where just like my fathers eyes whenever my father came to visit he brought me for ice cream and we went to the park and had picnics and it was always so much fun intil 2 years ago my father had been on a boat that was caught in a storm and he drowned ever since then I hadn't been the nick eat to my mom and sister and they started to call me a brat and said that I was ungrateful and asked why I could just be normal like other kids then I totally ignored them for the that whole year then I had finally made my first friend since maybe kindergarten oh and in high school now my friends name was Kitsune which maybe meant Fox and she was the only person who would talk to me and everyone else thought they where so sneaky whispering "Any minute I know that girl is gonna crack". But I hear them every single time Kitsune didnt ever question what happened at my home and never asked to come over and was never super pushy which is what I liked about her intil she moved away she left me heart broke I never got to tell her everything I took my contacts out that night like I usually do and I looked in the mirror to wash my face and what I saw scared me my crimson eyes turned blood red why...why wasn't I normal is what I thought to myself I stared cutting from my depression and also not long after I started getting bullied but I soon realized that all the wounds from the cuts where healing...I screamed "AAHHHHHHHHHH" my mother ran intil the room "What happened!?" I looked at my mother with a knife cornered in my blood as it Dripped to the floor my mother looked at me clearly scared and shocked at the sight "-why are your eyes red?..." "Mother didn't you ever notice that I might be sad that I might be hurting you didn't even know" "S-sweetie I'm sorry" a few weeks later my mother started to drink a lot and my sister was no nicer to me than my mother who was often drunk so I went to bed hungry almost all the time and the bullying continued and the name calling at home didn't either and I was still stuck with no friends so I started to read story's about made up characters called creepypasta's they interested me people at school found out and said "You should go die with them maybe you'll come back to life~" and that brings me to this month where I somehow got the "Genius" idea to follow a creepy murder to an old house full of other murders who are pros sly planning to kill me sooner of later...
AN: hope you enjoyed Free's story it will continue soon tonight maybe...
