Twisted (Creepypasta OC)

The Voices' plan

'Hello?'

'yes?'

'What do you want?'

'Chill, I just wanted advice.'

'what kind of advice?'

'I want to leave this place. I'm tired of the torture and pain.'

'Oh, Is that so?'

'And why would you ask us? You yelled at us last time we spoke!'

'And I'm sorry about that. I just didn't want to risk getting hurt more because of an accidental outburst.'

'Fine... we'll help you.'

'Thank you...'

'But you owe us some kills'

'Fine.'

'We'll plan but for now, you need to rest.'

'As much as I hate it I have to agree with smalls over here.'

'Well, goodnight then.'

'Night'

'Goodnight'

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Hello? Are you here again? Oh, Hi. So now I would like to let you in on my story. I was only 6 when it happened... my parents' "friend" had come over. 

When my parents left to run errands, he decided to drink some alcohol that we had from a party my parents went to. He got drunk and decided to attack me. 

He grabbed a knife and entered my room. I was sitting on my bed, and he threw me to the ground. He took out the knife and started to slash at me, carving into my skin and making me bleed. He threw me out of the window, and my window was on the second floor! 

He decided then to sober up, and when my parents got home, he feigned innocence. They believed him and allowed him to come over when he wanted. This vicious cycle continued for years until I was 15. Then I snapped... My parents were home, asleep in their room. He came in like usual, but I was ready. 

 When he entered, he had a creepy, almost flirtatious smirk. And for a good reason. Starting on my 12th birthday... he entered, saying something like, "I'm here to give you your 'gift'. "

That night he raped me... and since then, he raped and abused me.

 But back when I was 15, I lunged at him and went for his neck. I stabbed him in his neck and then slit his throat with a knife I snagged from the kitchen. Cutting tear-like marks into his face, I soon went to my parent's room. I hid the knife and rubbed my eyes, summoning tears. I ran in and acted like I was upset. When they asked what happened, I just signed sorry.

"What do you mean sorry, honey?" Father always called me 'honey. I hate it so much...

'This,' I signed. I pulled out my knife and slit both their throats. I then carved my 'tears' into their faces and wrote something on the wall in their blood.

"Venit Verum Tuae Pessimum Somnum Exterreri Solebat" Your worst nightmare has come true. I then fled the scene. I ran deep into the woods after grabbing my bag; yes, I had a bag. I had this planned for a few days now, okay?

 But when I left for the third day for groceries, I was arrested for the murder and sent to a mental institution. The one I'm in now, actually.

 For 4 years, I have refused to cry. Even though the countless experiments and torturous ways. Through the years, some experiments have been successful.

 I have gained the ability to make people kill themselves and cough up their hearts. I also feel a strange charge when a 'doctor' walks by with a phone or other electronics. I have no idea why but they won't let me hold one. 

They also think they gave me Tourette's syndrome because I twitch, and when a doctor, as previously mentioned, I twitch to the point it looks like glitching. It is honestly terrifying. I don't have tests every day. More like four times a week. Tomorrow I won't have any. I'm going to wake up now. 

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 I slowly sit up and open my eyes, stretching.

'How are you both?'

'Good! We figured out how to get you out of here.'

'But there's a catch.'

'Which is?'

'We don't know where to go after,'  They said simultaneously, and I sighed. 

'Oh, well. We can run to the woods. I mean, we can defend ourselves, right?'

'I guess'

'Well, what is the plan?' 

And that's when everything changed.