Short Stories (My creepypasta oc's)

Laughing Ember

Ember was in the far corner of her bed room, with her knees to her  chest, arms around her legs and her head bared in her knees. Ember's room was a very small place, it only had a few things in it. A twin sized bed in the right corner, with a window and night stand next to the bed. A small dresser at the foot of the bed and on the left side of the room was a closet next to the door and a small family photo that had Ember, Jack, Jill, and there mother and father in it.

  Ember had scars all over her arms, legs, torso, and the croke of her neck. Blood was all over her slender body, making her look......dead. On the floor next to her was her stolen scalpel, that she stole from EJ. The stolen scalpel was covered in Ember's blood.

  'They don't care.....they never will' She thought, thinking about the others and her siblings. 'i should be gone.....yeah, maybe if I just.....died, maybe they'll be happy....happy without me...' She sobbed with a small smile.

   Ember lifted her head up from her keens, looking at the stolen blade. She reached for the scalpel and lifted it to her bloodied neck. She slowly digged the blade of the scalp into her neck, making it bleed a little. Before Ember could go any thaer, the door to her room slammed open. 

   Standing in the doorway was a heavy breathing Offenderman. Offenderman slowly started to walk toward Ember. He bent down, right in front of Ember, rapping hid long, skinny arms around her chest, hugging her. "Shh..." Offender shushed Ember, taking the stolen scalpel out of her Ember's hand, putting it down on the floor. Ember wrapped her arms around Offender, sobbing. "I-i'm sorry!" Offender released Ember from the hug and he put his hands on her face. making her look at him. "Don't you dare say sorry!" Offender said with a serious tone of voice. "It ain't your fault.....don't say your sorry, it ain't your fault..."

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   Silents. Silents was all that could be heard. "I'm sorry....no, we're all sorry" Offender said. "W-what do you mean?" Ember sniffled. "What I mean is that everyone in the mashion is sorry, sorry for not knowing what you were going through..." Offender said with a sunsere voice. "N-no there not..." "Yes they are!" Offender raised his voice a little. "they.....we all care about you, even though we might not show it all the time but,we sure as hell care for you...."

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