Horror stories

Clockwork - "your time is up"

Part 2
As she walked over, her smile faded, he wasn't smiling back.
"Chris? What's wrong? What did you want to talk about?"
"Natalie...I think it's time that we...it's time that we should see other people..." she felt her heart break.
"But why?!" He gave a stern look.
"It's your mindset, your drawings, they creep me out...I think there's something wrong with you and the saddest part is you haven't even told me why your acting like this, it makes me feel like I don't even know you...I just...I just can't do it anymore! I'm sorry..." and with that he began to walk away.
(Blood warning and horror)
Natalie slammed her hands on the bathroom counter at home, she stared at herself in the mirror, eyes twitching.
"I won't hurt myself like the others...I can stay strong" there was a needle and black thread in her hand.
"It's pointless, it doesn't help" some weird sensation pulled at her subconscious, she chuckled slightly.
"No, I'm doing this because I want too" she held up the needle with thread at the end, she smirked widely. Time is up, pierce after pierce, cut after cut, even though excruciating pain was going through her, she did not whine, she did not cry, there were no more tears too she'd all she did was smile, the blood from the piercing made a low dripping noise from the sink and onto the counter, when she was finished, she stood back and admired her handiwork, she stroked the horrendous stitches on the side of her mouth that spread into a wide smile, she felt the warm, wet blood on her fingers and licked it off, consuming the metallic taste of the liquid, she stopped when she saw her mothers reflection in the mirror behind her, her mothers wide open eyes and Snow White face, she suddenly felt the pain and cried.
"Mum?" She had never felt so confused, what had just happened too her.
Her mother was worried and scheduled some therapy for her, Natalie had gotten rid of the stitches and figured how much pain it would bring so she went to the therapist, she made sure her hood was up not too let anyone see...
(A couple of months later)
Natalie had escaped from a mental institute after months of therapy she had gotten sick of it and murdered her therapist, afterwards she was placed in an asylum and was now heading towards her mother and fathers house.
Natalies mother was sleeping silently next too her father, she awoke at the the sound of knocking on the front door, annoyed that someone was knocking at such a late hour, she got up and walked out of her bedroom to go check who was there, it was a cold night and the rain was pouring down outside the window, she walked up too the door and paused just before she had grabbed the doorknob, there was a faint sound of laughter coming from behind the door, she pressed her ear against the door.
"Hello mother..." Natalie burst through the door, two knives in hand, her mother stumbled back, hitting her head against the coat rack, one of the holders broke into her skull and it bled violently from the back of her head, Natalie crouched down too meet the level of her eyes and showed the red, bloodied knives.
"I was suffering mother... and you did nothing!" Natalie stabbed her mother in the stomach and let her bleed for a bit before slitting her throat.
"Your time is up mother..." Natalie sneaked upstairs and slit her fathers throat before running out of the house.
She was reported missing from the mental institute and also wanted for murder of police and family and friends...
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