in your head

murderers death

          I sat in the pitch black room, only looking forward, wondering how far forward went.

The chair I sat in was as white as snow without a stain on it or a chip in the wood.

The nightgown I wore was just as white with a soft, cottony feeling, with design only around the breast area and Lace around the sleeves rims.

In my sitting position my blonde hair fell to the floor

I sat in the chair and done nothing but look ahead.

In the blackness.

The never ending blackness.

I suddenly see a white gloved hand reach in front of me,

the white glove held the silver knife to cut my throat, allowing my head to fall backwards, tearing more skin around my neck and breaking it just a little.

I bring my pale hands to each side of my head, one of my long nails accidentally poking out a blue eye the is almost glowing in the blackness, and I set my head back into place.

My head falls forward and off my shoulders, rolling to the floor with a thud as black blood begins to stain my once clean white nightgown and the once polished white wood.

The blood trickles down my body to hit the black floor with a white splatter, more and more blood falls, painting the room white.

My body falls with a lowed thud, breaking the silence for just a second.

The last thing I see with my one eye is the two gloved hands grab my head, I see those dead blue eyes that don't line up with the once sweet smile before my eyes flutter shut.

          I wake up on the floor white, my body and head in tact.. but I know it was real.

I should be angry that I was killed but I'm not.

I'm not happy either.

I feel nothing at all.

Just a thirst.

I look straight forward to see the once white chair stained black and occupied by my killer.

I inch forward slowly, getting closer and more blood thirsty.

I don't care who it is, I just want to see their blood.

It feels like I am walking on air, I can't feel the floor beneath me, nor can I hear it.

I reach them finally, ready to cute their throat.

Moving my black gloved hand around there long blond hair, to the front of their head, to their neck.

They can only see the black glove wielding the silver blade. My white sleeves blend perfectly with the white room, hiding my arm beautifully.

I cut her throat and watch her fall backwards.

She has no idea she is looking at me because she can only see my nightgown.

I watch her pale white hands reach for her head, placing them on either side and poking out. An eye on the process with her long nail.

She leans her head forward once more, only for it to fall to the floor with a light thud.

Why couldn't I feel the floor when I walked? I wondered as I watched her white blood trickle down her skin and her black nightgown, staining the floor black as it hits.

I walk past her headless body to her body less head as I hear a loader thud behind me as her body hits the floor.

I pick up the head as its eyes drift closed. I look at its eyes, the empty socket and the firing blue eye, mine already dead, but I still smile that once sweet smile before the others eyes drift shut.

          I sat in the pitch black room, only looking forward, wondering how far forward went.

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HALLOWWW this is the first story I do hope you enjoyed it, that was something I made in my head a loooong time ago and fun fact, the person I described in my story is how I make myself out to look in my head to look.

I had actually made another thing on this app but I struggle to keep up with it so I came to this, it will be different stories that I make, most will be dark.

Well I do hope you enjoy reading and have an AMAZING day... or night hahaha.