I reached my hand over her lifeless body, grabbing her thin pale wrist.I dug my hand into my pocket, pulling out the syringe filled with a pale blue liquid substance.
Aka Hydrogen Cyanide.
I moved my hand towards the cap of the syringe, hesitantly. I took a moment to think about what I was doing.
If I continued to take this syringe cap off there would be no going back.
I could choose to continue, Or go Back.Heh, sorry, I couldn't help but snicker at that. Under no conditions would I allow my self to go back. I have this bitch wrapped around a string all I have to do is cut it.
After all, going back would mean having to risk losing my senpai. And that would never happen. Not over my cold hard dead body.
I unscrewed the syringe cap and grabbed her wrist as I rolled the sleeves of my lavender sweater.
As I slowly moved the syringe towards Anne's wrist, a small pale hand slapped the needle out of my hand across the room.
A-Anne, But how-?!
"I knew something was up with you!Y-you freak!" Anne squealed as she got lunged herself at me.
¨I should've wiped you off the face of this earth when I had the chance, Y-you useless whore!" I screamed as she climbed on top of me.
Anne sat on my hands, restraining them under her thighs, as she wrapped her hands around my neck, choking me.
"W-what do you want with me, you f-fucking Dyke-?!"Anne screamed as she lifted my head slightly off the ground, just to slam it down again, tightening her grip around my neck.
"I want you Dead-!" I screamed as I rolled over and grabbed Anne by her hair and swung her with all my might, bashing her head into the wall.
Her body went limp and her head had blood gushing out of it.
"I'll have to use this some other time. But in the meantime, I've gotta clean this shit up."I said as I held the body away from being careful not to get any more blood on me.I'd have to change either way
I put my finger on the wound, holding it there so that there would be no more blood gushing out of it. Which would mean less of a mess for me to clean up.
"Alright, Cmon time to clean." I got up and turned the sink on, grabbing one of the towels off the floor and wetting it, wiping off the bloodstains from the walls.
I picked up Anne and tossed her over my shoulders, as I hauled her ass in the vent.
"Your fucking Fat."I pushed the body up farther near the exit for the utility closet.
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Overwhelming Anxiety
No FicciónThis story is based around one of my creepypasta OC's, Len Miller, A pessimistic 17-year-old high school girl struggling with overwhelming anxiety and mental stability issues.While trying to obtain an innocent profile, and eliminating all competiti...