I'm Like Them...But WORST!!!

Prologue

I would not be writing this story if not for my friend's encouraging me to write this story of creepypasta thank you my best friend's :)

On to the story of Red and I'm sorry if something is spelled wrong I have only been writing this book and a gay one that I have not posted yet so sorry if you don't like it. 

Onward words like this are thoughts and maybe songs that are added to the story.

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Prologue

'Why why why why.' Blood stain my black gown, making it much darker, as I walk to the huge mansion. Dead withered roses in the garden, where I still sing, wanting others to listen, to come, to applaud me. Where no one can go without my permission, even when I'm dead. I giggle excited to get all this done and over with.

'No one goes in my garden.' I think as I glare at the withered roses in front of me. My mother gave it as a gift for my 5th birthday. She helped me plant the roses, bloody red, bright sunny yellow, cherry blossom pink, midnight black, and paper white roses that all used to be alive. I twirl around the garden my feet taking me to my destination that they desire to go to. I hum my tunes loving the music I hear, my brain is like a music box. It's on an endless cycle going over and over every song I heard but also one in particular. I stop suddenly my smile fading from my pale face.

'Why couldn't I control my actions' I thought 'and now there dead.'

I must have been born to kill and rule I...don't want too though its to...bland.

Why do I have to be an only child. I would have given my brother/sister the throne. I still killed them though, all of them. My butlers, maids, mother, and father, all dead just because of me....yay.

'Should I die with them.' I stop in front of the huge mansion doors not knowing how I got here nor what to do. Do I stay here and kill everyone else in the town.

I'll do just that and I'll  enjoy it too. Should I sing? Or just run in the town and kill them with the weapons father has in his shack? Or do both? I got a sinister smile on my face no one will know that the princess would have killed them. They would think they killed us first I opened up the door to the mansion. As I go up the middle staircase going to the second floor I take the bloody knife and rip my dress to make it go my thighs. I then go to my room thats on the left side of the hallway five doors from my parents.

I stop at my parents doorway and look on their bed. I see two bodies with red blood, dripping from the covers, that also dirtied my dress first, my father was first then I killed my mother.

I used the blanket to cover my mothers mouth and tape on my fathers, so no one could hear their screams of true torture that I put them through I smile a sinister smile enjoying the thought of their struggle. It was fun, though they would not shut up, help wasn't going to come for them. With that thought I know I'm going to hell with everyone else.

As I go up to mothers side, my second victim, of the bed I look at her face. I stabbed her eyes then her heart, she screamed from me stabbing her in the eyes but after the multiple stabs to her heart she died. Then I went to fathers side, my first victim was easy to kill. He didn't try to scream because I had put tape over his mouth. But since it was my last piece so I had to use sheets for mothers. 'Such a trouble maker for me' I scuffed. Father was such a true fool, I shake my head in disappointment.

I bet mother thought father would save her, no, they were headed to a divorce anyway. I just saved them the pain of having to go through with it. Like I have now not because I regret doing this but because I loved mother less than father. I would have went with him not because he's king but me and him had a better bond than me and her.

She would beat me in the shadows I also only killed dad because it would look like he killed her and he would die. I don't want that for him I also think he started to love me more than his daughter of the kingdom. I have a slight look of disgust as I think of what I heard father say once, not knowing I was listening in on them.

I exit out of their room and head down the hall to my room. My room is more blue and red than anything else. I look at the cross in my room it has mother Mary in the middle with her son.

I wanna be a wife but not in an arranged marriage that's another reason why I killed them. I don't wanna have a husband who wants a good fuck and money from me, sorry. I go to the closet to get new clothing for killing the town people they should feel blessed. I smile widely again twirling slightly thinking this.

Blood...in makes me smile...it makes me hungry! I laugh sounding deranged as I snatch the pure white dress from the closet.

I'm going to wear my 'wedding gown' that is pure white with beautiful black beads.

As I exit the mansion I head to the shack. I take axes, knives, hoes, anything that I can find in there. I then head to town and I start to sing 'come little children' mother used to sing this to me before she started to beat me.' And before I killed her.' I giggle as I think that.

"Come little children
I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment
Come little children

The times come to play
Here in my garden of shado~ws

Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way

Through all the pain and the sorrows

I then see pepole come out of there house's in a trance I kill one close to me witch was a kid so I hit him in the head with my ax. He screams but doesn't wake the others from the trance I have put them through.

Weep not poor children
For life is this way murdering beauty and passions

Hush now dear children
It must be this way

To weary of life and deceptions
Come little children

I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment

Come little children
The times come to play

In my garden of
Sha~do~ws'

I heard the voice in the back of my head tell me to do it again, I ignore it knowing it'll take my sanity if I respond. Everyone who were in the town are dead, now no one will find out. They wouldn't need to know that anyway they then would have killed me. I look down at my dress and down from my waist to my toes it was now dripped, no, soaked a beautiful red blood color. As I walk back to the mansion I began to think

'I bet some people who don't find my body will think that a six year old girl killed the kingdom on her now cursed birthday...August 23rd 

On that day many people will be killed.'

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I know what some of you are thinking a six year old girl wearing a wedding dress it was a dress her mother bought, before she started beating her, that looked like a wedding dress and she would play husband and wife with the little kids her age. And she killed every one because, well because she heard her mother and father talking about an enraged marriage to some child in another kingdom to make peace.

Sorry if its short but I'll still try my best

See you later peace~ :).

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