Loathed Stories

This is my first Creepypasta fanfic hope you like it! Enjoy! :)

DESCRIPTION Her blood was dripping on her white dress Her sweat was drolling on the sides of her forehead Her tears was falling on the side of her eyes Her cries is heard in four corners of the storage room She was behind closed door where no one hear her outcries drowning with fears her voice cant be heard on the ground Belarone was breathing heavily because of her dreams that still haunted her everyday that remind her about her revenge it was her,the young belarone in this basement she been laying on the cold concrete floors for decades now a smirk crept on her lips when he saw his evil father's photo she darted on the ceiling of the basement "I give you enough time to live its payback time" Bela said vengefully @sirius_ricallalily

"Having friends is like one of those trends we'll all soon grow out of." -by ...um me. There's always that one kid in class, that one co-worker at your office, that one person you might have encountered in your life that has somehow acquired the non-coveted title of 'most hated'. The nobody, dork queen, loner stoner, corner seat boy, whats-her-name; we've all known them differently, haven't we? Nobody wants to spare a glance, no one is interested to speak of them or speak 'to' them, for that matter. Why would anyone be? Well, guess what, I'm that person. Mic drop. Ever heard of that POV? Oh no no, before you walk away thinking I'm about to dump my tears and my depression on you, I'm not. Bold of you to assume I don't enjoy being loathed, of being a solitary little lass. Don't believe me? Take a look for yourself. Welcome to the life of Ms Despicable. Buckle up, for it's gonna be a bumpy ride, considering all the antagonism hurled at you at supersonic speed. But don't you worry, you'll survive! I mean - I did too. Just a light-hearted ChickLit satire, nothing serious folks. This book doesn't bite.

I thought I was in who made me a princess but turns out I was in another story. A different one. A twisted story in which my routes lead to doom. Either way, how would this story go? Would this be like the fairy tales of who made me a princess? Or will I discover routes and hidden passages in my archive of storybooks. Who knows? I'm still here anyway. Still getting my keep of survival...