Short Horror Stories So I Do Something With My Life/Creepypasta

Story nr. 1: Scratch and cut

  My mother never wanted me. She never talked to me and throughout my 15 years she never said a word. She only knew how to punish me. For everything I did, she would have a way to hurt me or humiliate me.

  In school, no one really talked to me either. My scars on my face and arms scared them and my limp disgusted them. But that was fine. I never talked either. When I was little, my mother had this unique way of making me shut up. After she got her nails made, as soon as i spoke a word, she would scratch my cheeks and arms. They hurt and made me cry, but if I did, she wod scratch me even harder, so I learned how to obey her and never talk back.
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   It was a normal day at school. I was sitting quietly at the corner of the classroom, looking outside. It was raining that day, the water feeding the dry soil and thirsty plants. I could faintly hear the history teacher explaining something about Germany but I wasn't listening. I never paid attention.

   Suddently I felt a finger tapping my shoulder. I was bored so I decided not to ignore it. I turned around to see a jumpy kid I'd never encountered before, probably a new student. They happily said hello and i wrote hello on a small sticky note. They asked why I didn't speak and to avoid their pity, I made up a fake story about my "damaged vocal cords" and they believed me.

   I loved exchanging letters with them and developing my first friendship, so one day, everything came pouring out, everything about my abusive mother, about her scratches and the real reason why I didn't speak. They advised me to talk to my mother and confront her.

   Even though I knew it was a mistake and I would get punished badly, I listened. Mabye because I learned what life could be without her abuse.

   I went home, scared. I started my homework without really paying attention. After a while, I heard the front door open and my mother's heels clicking against the wooden floor. The exact heels that made my heart race and my blood rush out of my face and down to my feet. I got up from my chair and waited outside my door. She slowly got up the stairs. Today, her hair was more ragged and her clothes more dirty than the day before. She looked at me, approached me and picked at my slightly dirty shirt. Quickly, she slapped my face hard and turned to leave but I punched her face. I was about to talk to her but she pushed me and scratched my face and arms. I could feel my tears run down my cheeks and with a raspy scream, pushed her down on the floor.

   I punched her again but she scratched harder at my face. Without thinking clearly, I grabbed a pair scissors and put it to her throat. "You touche me again, I slit your throat" I threatened her with my raspy voice. She didn't believe me and continued scratching at my arms and face, now bleeding badly so I cut her throat.

   Blood spurted out of her throat like a fountain and stained my white shirt red and painted my mouth and hands. That felt good. That felt so good. I felt my mouth water and my eyes widen. I felt myself laughing. I laughed looking at her face, eyes open and empty and mouth slightly open. I laughed when the neighbors knocked on my door. I laughed when the police rolled down the street. I started to lick my scissors. The sweet metallic taste of blood filled my mouth and gave me a rush of adrenaline. I can't wait to taste more.
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   Officer Jeremy opened the door to a small house. As soon as the door revealed the inside of the house, the smell of blood filled his lungs. He held his shirt over his nose.

   The house was dirty and unkept, with unwashed clothes laying around and plates smashed in the kitchen.

   Jeremy climbed the stairs to find a teen boy, licking a pair of bloody scissors, giggling over a dead women's body. His arms were covered in scratches and so was his face. The woman's face was beat up and her throat cut open.

   The boy looked up at Jeremy and got up on his feet. He slowly limped, smiling, towards Jeremy. Before the officer could grab the teaser, the boy jumped on his torso and while scratching his face, cut open his throat with his scissors and started to lick the blood again, giggling happily.

   A group of police men outside of the house heard the cackling and ran inside, only to find two dead bodies, two pools of blood and footprints leading out of an open window. Outside, they heard a small laughter, fading out into the darkness.