Ender (a Creepypasta story)

Ender

Chapter 1

Mental issues. That's what the annoying psychiatrists and therapists called it. She was already picked on enough without her mother announcing her 'mental issues' quite loudly to the counselor at the new high school she went to. Hannah was seventeen, and she lived with her parents, two older brothers and older sister. Heather, her mother, didn't care if any of the other students happened to eavesdrop on the conversation. Hannah looked around to see if anyone else had listened in, embarrassed, and annoyed with her mom. There were only a handful of other kids who gave her strange looks. She looked down, short brown hair cascading around her face.

The rest of the school day went by rather slowly. Just a few kids said something about her face and hair, but Hannah never paid them any mind. As she walked home, she thought she saw a silhouette in the forest, but when she focused her attention there, it was gone. Brushing it off as the stupid hallucinations that she often had, she continued the long walk home.

Upon reaching her house, Hannah saw that both her parents were home. Great, she thought, now Dad will get to badger Mom about her carelessness of my school life.

"Hey, Hannah," her father said nonchalantly when he noticed the door open.

"Hey, Justin," she responded, not even looking at him. Her father glared at her when she responded with his first name rather than 'Dad'. Hannah just ignored him and trudged up the stairs to her room. Troy, the oldest sibling, had just finished taking a shower. He didn't even acknowledge his little sister's presence. He just walked back to his room. Hannah didn't take his rude actions to heart since she was used to these occurrences. She closed the door to her room and fell onto her bed with a sigh. This was why she hated her family. Family, she spat in her mind. She didn't have a family. She had a bunch of assholes living in the same house as her.

A few minutes later, she could clearly hear her father shouting at her mom, just as she expected. Why do they always ignore me? she thought.

Chapter 2

Saturday, ugh. Hannah woke to the increasingly annoying thought of the day. Wonderful! Another day of therapy. She had told her parents multiple times that it didn't work. At least for three years, it didn't. But they didn't listen; they never did. Why would they? She was their mentally challenged daughter that had been ignored all her life. Her mother came into her room to make sure she was awake.

"Good, you're up. If you're hungry, you can make yourself something." her mother said.

"You know I don't eat breakfast, Heather," Hannah responded, just wishing her mother would leave her alone. However, she didn't quite get the response she had hoped for.

"Hannah! How many goddamn times do I have to tell you? You are to address me as "Mom", or "Mother". Nothing else, and the same goes for your father! God!" her mother ranted at her. She then sighed and said, "Get dressed, we are leaving in ten." Heather left and Hannah was left alone to her thoughts. Just get rid of her already! She's so annoying so kill that piece of shit! These stupid voices in her head never left. She rolled her eyes at the bodiless voices. Just shut up already! She practically shouted at them in her mind. Oh well, she'll come around soon enough. Hannah shook her head in confusion and ignored the only ones who ever kept her somewhat pleasant company. She got dressed and lumbered down the stairs and passed her mother out to the car. The drive to the counseling center seemed to take hours when in reality it was only about twenty minutes. When they arrived, Hannah hesitantly stepped out of the car and followed behind her mom, making sure to keep some distance between them. They walked to the front desk. The woman behind the counter looked bored.

"Name?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Hannah Anderson," Heather answered before Hannah could. She looked at her mom with an annoyed expression.

"I can speak for myself, Heather," Hannah said, glaring at her. Her mother glared right back at her with a look that said 'what the hell is wrong with you?'. Her mother shook her head and led Hannah to the waiting area. Soon after, the therapist called for Hannah to enter the room she was in. She knew this area, inside and out. Being in the same god-forsaken room once a week for three years isn't therapeutic, it's insanity. No matter how many times she had told the therapist and her parents that it wasn't helping, they responded the same way; "sometimes it takes a long time for therapy to start making a noticeable difference." She scoffed at the thought.

"Hello, Hannah. How are you feeling today?" Mrs. Hayes asked.

"Fine," Hannah responded. She didn't care that the counselor didn't buy it. She just wanted to leave and never come back.

Her therapist gave the girl a look and glanced at her expectantly. When Hannah stayed quiet, Mrs. Hayes sighed and scribbled something down on her notepad.

Chapter 3

The rest of the week went by normally, but the voices in her head were getting louder as the days passed. The bullying at school didn't improve either. Ethan, the second-oldest brother, approached Hannah.

"I just thought you should know," he began, "that Mrs. Hayes spoke with your psychiatrist and Mom and Dad. Apparently, you've been diagnosed with schizophrenia."

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Oh, so now you're eavesdropping on my mental life, huh?" she hissed at him.

"Yeah, that's right. Just looking over my helpless little sister," Ethan retorted coldly, waiting for her to snap. However, she just ignored his rude response and trudged up to her room. Great! Just great! Now I'm diagnosed with yet another mental disorder. When is it going to end? When is the world going to stop tormenting me with every single freaking disorder?! Thinking about it only stressed her out more, but she couldn't help it. The more she thought about it, the closer she got to tears. Then she did something she hadn't done in years; she cried herself to sleep.

Chapter 4

Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. The overlapping voices chanted. Hannah awoke from her sleep. The voices got louder and more powerful, impossible for her to ignore. Almost in a trance, the girl rose from her warm bed and walked to the door. In the middle of turning the doorknob, Hannah regained control of her body and actions but continued to open the door. When outside her room, she glanced over at the clock in the hallway. It was one forty-eight in the morning. She gingerly crept down the stairs to the kitchen and opened the knife drawer. Dozens of sharp blades shone in the moonlight, taunting her with their deadliness. She chose a large serrated dagger and a medium-small kitchen knife as a backup. With her new best friends in hand, the brunette proceeded back up the stairs silently. When she reached the top of the stairs, Hannah strode to her parents' room and slowly opened the door. The moon barely illuminated the dark room, giving her excellent cover as she stalked over to her father. Raising the knife with her right hand, she used her other hand to muffle him as she swiftly stabbed him in the neck repeatedly until she was sure he was dead. Even though Hannah had muffled Justin, Heather woke with a start.

"Hannah! What the hell? What are y-"

Muffling her too, Hannah whispered darkly, "Shh, your end is near..." With that, she slashed her so-called mother. Chuckling softly, the murderer exited her parents' room and made her way to Troy's room. She opened the door and pounced on her brother, piercing his chest with the sharp blade. As she strode to Alyssa's room, Hannah started to wonder where she would go after her work was done. After she killed her sister, she finished with Ethan. When she was done, she used her family's blood to write 'Your end is near' on the walls along with the name she now called herself: 'Ender'. She wondered what their blood would taste like. Would it be sweet? Iron tasting? Salty? Or would it be bitter? She dipped her fingers in Ethan's blood and tasted it. Metallic, hmm. Delicious. She savored its taste as a psychopath would.

She exited her house and fled to the forest with some food and water. As she explored the wooded darkness, she stumbled across a large, rotting abandoned house. Making sure no one else was there, Ender set her supplies down, claiming the empty house as her own.