A little girl, with short, brown hair, a black jacket and dark jeans, sits in a dark corner.
Years, I have roamed the Earth, this pathetic ball of dirt. I cannot say it is the Earth though, no, it is the people. Yes, the people are the problem, thinking that they are so great. You all disgust me! I hate you all, yet you think I am your friend, it's sad really... I am very cruel to you all, yet you laugh, as if it was a joke. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU! I AM THREATENING YOUR LIFE AND YET YOU LAUGH LIKE IT'S NOTHING BUT GOOD-NATURED HUMOR!
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By this time, I am holding a knife to your throat. I ask you if you have any last words or wishes in the most serious tone of voice and I quit with my act and show my true face. You look up at me, smiling...until you see my eyes. Only then do you realize, I am not joking. You start to scream and struggle, but I kill you before you can even squeak. I walk over to the sink and get the cleaner, cleaning the blade. "You realized too late, my friend, it's been fun." I say to the motionless figure on the floor, I smile and chuckle happily. I look into a near by mirror, my reflection is me, but with black eyes and red irises, along with sharp and jagged teeth. I scream in horror as my reflection laughs, "And now you know." It speaks in a raspy version of my voice... "And all this time, I thought I was me.." I realize, in sadness what exactly happened...
The screen zooms out to reveal a painting of a little girl, with short, brown hair, a black jacket and dark jeans, sitting in a dark corner, with her knees hugged to her chest, beside a puddle of blood, in the middle of which, was a humanoid figure on the floor.
The screen zooms out farther to show an art gallery, a group of people, led by a man wearing a suit and a name tag that said, "Tour guide", walk past the painting. One girl stopped at the painting, "What's this one called." The tour guide looked at the painting, "I don't know...I've never seen that one here before, maybe you should ask the front desk." The little girl searched for a name on the painting, in the bottom right hand corner she witnessed a word being scratched into the painting. H-E-L-P. An evil smirk spreads across the little girl's face as we see her face, just like in the painting...a little girl, with short, brown hair, a black jacket and dark jeans...but, with black eyes, red irises and sharp, jagged teeth...
