~Completed~ Adopted By CreepyPastas (CreepyPasta Fanfic)

Chapter 29

"Who am I? Are you really going to ask who I am?! I'm your fucking daughter!" I screamed. "But you probably wouldn't remember! You left me when I was just a kid! You left me at that shit-hole you call an orphanage!"

"J- Jinx?" He stared at me in awe. The woman instantly turned around and looked at me.

"Sweetheart, you don't understa-"

"No! I understand well enough! I understand that you don't have time for me! But, of course, you have time for that little pile of shit!" I pointed at the baby. I was truly disgusted. They could have at least... no. I had to thank them. I gripped the knife, my knuckles turning white and my palms turning red. Then, I loosened my grip. I dropped it. I breathed. In and out.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. If you wouldn't have abandoned me, then I would have never met my true family. My family who actually cares for me, and would never abandon me." My ex-mother noticed that I dropped the knife, noticed that I had gotten calmer. I could tell that she was trying to keep me calm. She was trying to keep me from killing her.

"That's wonderful! What's your new family like?"

"Oh, they're just fucking wonderful," a said with a smug grin. "In fact, they're the reason that I'm here right now. You see, it's a very big family. We call ourselves CreepyPastas. I'm not an official CreepyPasta yet, but I'm on my way there. Slenderman is like my father figure. There's not that many girls in the house, though. We all live in a mansion."

"That's great! I take it that they're very wealthy?"

"No, not really. We all have the same job, but we don't get paid for it."

"Oh, really? What job is that?"

"Murder."

I picked the knife back up and lunged at her. I sent it crashing into her shoulder, and she screamed out in pain. I repeated to stab her, but not in the heart or head. I wanted her to suffer.

I slowly slid the knife across her throat, savoring every moment. She coughed up blood. She struggled and messily pleaded, as if she could be saved, just like that. As if I were going to let her live.

She finally died, and I turned to my ex-father, who was shaking uncontrollably. Tears were running down his face, but he made no noise at all.

"Tell you what... I'll let you live. Now, you have no family, just like I did, " I laughed. I walked out the door, and heard the baby cry loudly. "Oh, yeah, how could I have forgotten?' With one swist movement, I chopped the baby's head off. Blood sprayed on both me and the crib. "There." I flashed a wicked grin at him. More tears rolled down his face, and I loved it. I picked up the baby's head and positioned my fingers at its eye. I ripped out a bright blue eyeball and looked at my ex-father. He stared at me in shock. "Does my precious little mommy own any necklaces?" I asked with a high-pitched, bratty voice.

He didn't respond, so I talked for him. "I'll find it." I searched around the room, eventually finding a small jewelry box in a bedside cabinet. I'm surprised he didn't do anything about this. He was probably struck with fear, the little coward he was.

I took a necklace from the jewelry box. A small locket dangled from it, and I lifted up and opened it slowly. Inside was a picture of my ex-mother and the baby that I just executed. Why... I bet she got rid of all of her pictues of me! I bet she never even had any in the first place!

Angrily, I ripped off the locket and threw it at him. "Is this how you feel about me?! Is it?! You get rid of everything about me! You try to wipe me clean from you memory! Yet, you have all of these pictures and memories of that brat?!" I set the necklace down, walked up to him, and slapped him. A huge red mark appeared on the side of his face. Maybe I should just kill him...

I walked back over to the jewelry box and attatched the small chain to the eyeball. I put it around my neck and fastened it in the back. I pointed to it and looked at the man that filled me with hate. "You see this? This is what happens when you abandon someone like that! Your whole family dies... Along with you..."

I grabbed my knife and ran at him, he jumped out of the way, tripping me in the process. I fell face-first on the bed, my head hitting the wood behind it. I got up, slightly dazed. I saw him run out of the bedroom like a scared little bitch. I immediately got up and chased after him. I was much faster than he was. My determination was much higher than his.

I caught up to him and jumped on his back. He fell to the floor, and I stabbed him multiple times. He screamed out in pain as I smiled evilly. Finally, he took his last breath. He stopped struggling. He stopped screaming. He stopped living.

I stood up, but only to find several men standing in front of me, guns pointed at me.

"Stop right there!"