Slit Throats(Creepy Pasta fanfic)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Hey, your author speaking here. I'd just like to say a few things before I start, firstly, I don't own creepypastas, the only things I own is the story and my OCs so yeh. Secondly, I'd love feedback, and please correct me on any errors I make, but on that note please remember that this is FAN fiction, so I might change things, like relationships, or appearances, but character design changes could also just be a mistake so let me know if I have incorrect information about something. Lastly, this should probably already be apparent, but trigger warning, for stuff like depression and gore as well as other things, I will add a trigger warning before every chapter, but I might miss something so please let me know if I do! So, let's get on with the story!

Bold italics-Voice 1

Italics-Ruby's thoughts

Italic underline-Voice 2

Bold italic underline-both

⚠️trigger warning⚠️

Child neglect/abuse

Bullying

Mentions of self-harm

Drinking

Gore thoughts/depictions of violence

Injuries and blood

Swearing

Ruby's P.O.V.

Slowly I open my eyes and stare blankly at my ceiling, taking in the family scent of my room. Blood. Sitting up and resting my feet on the hard wooden floorboards. I stand and immediately wince as my bruised legs brush against my bed frame. I walk over to my dresser and grab a black tank-top, light blue oversized sweater, skinny jeans, and undergarments. I make my way over to the bathroom and strip of my bloody pajamas. I step into the steamy shower, relaxing as the water washes over me.

After I finish my shower and get dressed I grab my phone, earbuds, and wallet off my bedside table and quickly pick up a granola bar to have for breakfast. Slipping on my black converses, I begin my walk to school. After arriving at school I head for my locker and grab my needed books and go to my first period class, science, it was a nice class, but the teacher was horrible. She doesn't know anything about science, has zero teaching skills, and doesn't care about her students. She just shows how desperate my school is for teachers.

My schedule is as follows: Science, History, Art, PE, Lunch, Math, and English. The Science and PE teacher are shit at their jobs, my Math teacher is a saint, History and English teachers are good at their jobs, and my Art teacher really doesn't care what you do as long as it's art. I don't really sit with anyone during lunch and in between classes I get mocked and beaten up by the popular trio.

The members are very stereotypical. You've got Laura Dunfield, she's the slutty cheerleader, with her face full of makeup, bleached blond hair, fake tan and fake nails, constant flirting, obvious implants, short skirt and crop top that leave nothing to the imagination, and her 'I'm better than all you bitches' attitude, she is the definition of that stereotype. Then there's Dave Green, tan skin, green eyes, brown hair, girls swooning over him, the star athlete player, an absolute idiot, very racist, known for bullying people who he considers weird, and, worst of all, Laura's boyfriend. Those are the main two, the biggest physical bullies, the power couple. Georgie Mein is the class clown, she's the one who tends to mock me. Georgie has a girlfriend, so that's cool, but Georgie's girlfriend tends not to hang with Dave and Laura.

That's the basic routine of my school life, and today was no exception. Nothing of note happens while in school, but after school, while walking home, Laura and two other cheerleading sluts, whose names I don't know, come up, hold me down and beat me up. After they get bored with punching and kicking me, Laura brings out a knife and slowly carves the word freak into both my forearms. Leaving my bloody body in the sidewalk as she and her sluts walk away laughing.

I pick myself up and continue the walk home. Arriving at home, I open the door to my desolate house and quickly run up to my room, flopping on my bed after I get inside. I sit there for a few minutes, my face buried in the thick blankets before finding the mental strength to get up and go to the bathroom. I the medical cabinet and take out the bandages. I wrap my arm and glance at the razors sitting there in the cabinet, their silver color gleaming with no trace of the crimson liquid that stains them, and think of all the pain I've inflicted upon myself with them. I decide against cutting right now, seeing as I'm already hurt and although I wish to cause myself pain I don't want to die.

After I finish up in the bathroom, I sit down on my bed and do my homework, only stopping to change into my pajamas. I work until I hear the door open and someone stumbling around. I walk down and see my parents, visibly drunk, carrying beer and looking quite pissed. I walk into the kitchen to make them some food. The first thing that catches my eye is a knife. The possibilities of what I could do with it fill my mind and I find myself walking over to the knife block and pulling it out. The knife feels so right in my hands, I imagine what I could do, I could walk up to mother and father while they're busy and, slowly, torture them, I could cut off their skin and leave their bodies beyond recognizable. I could do it ever so painfully slow, and listen to their cries for help the entire time.

I snap out of my trance as a glass bottle shatters next to my head and I hear my mother yelling at me, "Hey! Bitch! When's our food getting here, huh whore?!" I sigh and prepare them sandwiches. I give them their sandwiches and turn around to leave, but my father stops me,

"Hey slut, did we say you could go?!?" He spits in my face,

"...no" I quietly reply.

"What was that."

".....no.....sir....."

"Better." Then, he comes up to me and yanks me by my hair and drags me over to the couch area and slams my face into the table before beating me up. Halfway through this, mother brings out a bottle and smashes it on me until it breaks, then slowly drags it across my back, all while my blood-curdling screams of agony rip through the previously peaceful air.

They leave me there, face smashed against the wooden table, bloody and bruised back, and raw vocal cords. I drag myself upstairs and collapse on my bed. Oh look, she's finally able to spare a moment for us! Shut up... Rude much? Not you too. I'm tired and want to go to sleep. Leave me alone. No. Wow, you're finally agreeing on something. I just wish it wasn't my torment. Laughter ensued from the others. They taunted me for a while, and I lamely kept telling them to stop. At around 2 in the morning I finally pass out from exhaustion.

My sleep is no better than my waking hours, constantly plagued by nightmares that could make anyone go insane. After a few hours of sleep, I wake up in a cold sweat to repeat yesterday's process, but today feels, different. Dragging my body to the sink, I look at my reflection, a grin slowly taking over my features as I let out an insane laugh. Today is going to be fun.

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Word Count: 1094

First chapter done! Many more to do now. I don't have a set update schedule for this so I'll update at random! Anyways, thanks for reading, and I'll see you guys in the next chapter!