~Time skip a week later~
It was all over the news. A boy had his throat cut open and had tears cut into his cheeks. It was all people were talking about. Luckily, they couldn't figure out who had done it.
I was sitting in my bed reading backstories for the creepypastas. It was also 12:30am. I blinked and awoke in front of my parents room. Again? Should I do it? I went back to my room and got dressed in my now not bloody clothes. I put on the mask. Wait. If I run away after... Then I'll be a suspect. Hmmmm. I went to the laundry and looked around. There was a tank of nitrogen there. I don't know why, but it was explosive, so I could use it.
I went to my parents room and quietly opened the door. They wouldn't recognise me with the mask on. I put my hand over my mothers mouth and slit her throat. Then I cut tears into her cheeks. When she finally passed out, I did the same to my father. I didn't want to kill my siblings like this. I'll have them simply explode. I went back to my room and packed my bag.
I packed: Spare shoes, 3 plain black t-shirts, a black long sleeve top, 3 pairs of jeans, baggy pants, another red hoodie and extra string for my mask. Then I packed a hairbrush, a toothbrush, toothpaste and some soap. I took all of the money from my mother's purse, which was $73. Lucky me.
I threw my back onto my back and walked quietly to the laundry. I opened the tank of nitrogen and ran out. I lit a candle on the other side of the house. I ran across the road and through the small field that was there. Then, explosion. Flames dotted the area my house used to be.
I ran, hoping I wouldn't get caught.
Fun fact: Now my OC has 5 kills. (In case you can't count)
A/N: I will put in a picture eventually
