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[True] When she tried to kill me

So back when I was 14 I was dating a girl, we'll call her Sarah for privacy (Totally don't fear for my life) She was 3 months from 15 when we started dating. Things were pretty calm and I never really thought anything bad would come of it. We both were into gore, I still am a big fan of gore. I have a pretty nasty habit of biting my nails when I'm stressed. I know it's gross and can get me sick but it's a habit I've had since I was little. She started there, she pointed out how many mental conditions it could be, and that weirded me out. I brushed it off because women like to chase rabbits and go on tangents about things they have no idea about. "She probably Googled nail biting and saw a bunch of weird results". I managed to convince myself it was nothing big and that she was just being paranoid. We kept dating without anything major for another month and a half, but then she got super heavy into piercings. At first I thought it was cute, the earrings were pretty and the nose piercing was too, but then came the other two ear piercings, the dual nose rings, the bellybutton piercing and she even tried to get an eye stud. I got a little concerned... "You're addicted Sarah. You need to stop doing this!" "Shut it! You're just whining like my dad!" Things like that ensued for about a week. She calmed down, and I thought that everything was good. Boy was I wrong, I woke up one night with a searing pain in my right ear. I looked up and she was try in my to pierce my damned ear with a safety pin! That nearly ended our relationship, we argued through her birthday week. After that I decided to forgive her after some heavy thinking. But I didn't dare sleep near her after that for about a week. But I eventually came through and relaxed. Sarah wasn't a cook, she typical forced me to cook if we wanted dinner and my grandfather was gone. To be fair I am a better cook then she was. That aside, one morning I woke up after her, I was tired from hanging out with my friend Max the night before, and I smelled breakfast. "Is papaw home?" I thought. I gathered the little bit of sense that I had left after the previous night and made my way downstairs in nothing but my shorts and a sock. To my sheer shock, Sarah was stood there cooking. "Hey baby, how do you want your eggs?" She said, I didn't catch it then but it was stated so dry and listlessly, something was up, but I didn't know it. "Uhh I guess scrambled..." I croaked out, still taken aback that the girl that would grab the TV remote with her foot to avoid sitting up to grab it was doing something productive. "Why are you even cooking?" "Cause I can." I left it there, no point in starting a fight because she's being nice to me. "Well go easy with the cyanide...don't wanna smell like almonds when it kills me." She just laughed, dark homer was another really easy thing for us to connect over. I sat down at the table and stared at a blank TV screen, watching the DVD screensaver bounce around. She set the plates down and ran the bottom of a wineglass across the back of my neck, it was cold and slick and sent chills down my spine. She just giggled at my uncomfortable expression. I like to drink out of wine glasses, I know it's weird. I'm weird, and I've come to live with it. I'll pour a can of Pepsi into a wineglass, drink anything left in the can and drink from the wineglass. I guess it makes me feel important. I don't really know why I do it. I was almost asleep on the couch when suddenly I hear a glass break. I'm thinking that something I stacked haphazardly in the sink fell and busted, so I walk into the kitchen and Sarah is holding the broken stem of a wineglass by the counter, just staring at the oven. "Babe you okay?" I got no response. "Babe?" I said, louder and more clearly. She looked at me with the most dull and terrifying expression (Rather the lack there of) I've ever seen in anyone. She didn't say anything and her eyes were so flat, it was like I was looking at a matte painting of them. She tried to shank me with the stem of the glass, I reacted fast enough to throw her aim off a bit, she cut my arm a bit. "Ow! What the fuck?!" She tried to stab me in the neck and I shoved her away, she ran at me and I bolted out of my house, for context she was about 140 lbs and I was nearly 250, I somehow beat her to my grandfathers' spare car and locked the doors. She placed around the car for what felt like hours. She eventually stopped, kissed the windshield, and walked down the road. After I was sure that she was gone I ran back into my house and locked absolutely everything, even the bathroom window (it's on the second floor, super secluded and was above the bathtub, no one could see you in there) and called the police, after searching my house, and all her belongings, they didn't find any evidence that she was on drugs, which was my first guess, they investigated her house and I got some bandages for the cut on my arm, and I sat there biting my nails. The news that came a week later made my heart sink and still faintly scares me to this day...The police say they have found no clues as to where she is. Her baby brother was found in his closet with the crib turned over, caging him in, and her dad had a concussion. He says he doesn't even remember seeing her there. I went and apologized to them, or rather we sat and said sorry to each other about 1000 times. It worries me to think about what happened to her, On one hand I really liked her even as a friend. On the other she could be stalking me silently and planning my death so much smoother in her head...

Posted by u/Nsylfian