Faithless (Creepypasta Fanfiction)

Chapter 3- You're pretty when you're glowing

I reached my bedroom in like 2 minutes of non stop running. I looked at a mirror to see that my eyes and hair were the same. No changes, great i'm still human. I sighed in relief.  I will NOT become the ugly... beast my uncle is. I'm not going to kill hundreds of people just for the fun of it. Of course i sometimes think of it, and SO much worse... It's probably from the Creepypasta blood, and i hate it. I hate that feeling that BEGS for me to have blood on my clothes, for me to see somebody bleeding and pleading to life. To see somebody crying and be full with the beautifull red substance. 

Okay, STOP!

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and layed on my bed, staring at the ceiling. 

Suddenly, the computer started beeping again. Oh no, please don't tell me it's that hacker, BEN, was it? I tried ignore the beeping but it got faster and more annoying. I groaned and snapped. I finally opened my computer to see that it opened a tab by itself at that stupid site called 'Cleverbot' again. This time, I started writing first.

U (User/Me)- What the hell do you want?

C (Cleverbot/BEN)-You're pretty when you're glowing. I stared at the computer. What?

U- Are you watching me? And keep dreaming, 'cause i will NEVER be one of you psychopaths!

C- You can't stop the inevitable from happening. You have Creepypasta blood in you. There is no way you will manage to escape. Eventually, the feelling will be so strong that you won't hold. Do you want a little help with that? 

Okay, this is being too creepy now, WHO IS HE? He knows too much about me, i don't even have a freakin' diary!! It's all in my mind, is he a fucking mind reader??? 

U- NO. And how the hell do you know so much about me?

C- You know, i'm bored of just watching. You have the rest of the day to change, or else i'm going to help.

U- Why the hell do you care that much if i'm one of you sick creatures or not?

The computer turned itself off, or better, BEN turned it off. I groaned out loud.

"That's called avoiding a question." I mumbled. How the hell is he planning to 'help' me? I will NOT turn into one of them, no matter what. 

I placed the computer on my nightstand.

I can't believe i almost turned into the thing i most despise.

"Why do i had to be born this way? Why? Why couldn't have i just been a normal girl, raised by my sweet parents and go to school and be just anoter nobody? Why do i have to be bullied everyday for having a well known Serial Killer in my family? It's not my fault." I thought out loud. 

I decided to sing a song, that it's related to me, except i have to trade the word 'Zombie' to 'Creepypasta'. Sigh. I started singing Zombie by The Cranberries.

"Another head hangs lowly,

Child is slowly taken.

And the violence caused such silence.

Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.

In your head, in your head they are fighting,

With their tanks and their bombs,

And their bombs and their guns.

In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,

Zombie, zombie, zombie,

Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,