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Finger Painting

readyprettygirl

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Reads 1,079
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Parts 35
Time 3h 26m

readyprettygirl

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"I WORE THE SMELL OF BLOOD AND DEATH LIKE PERFUME"

I may have been angry at my mother and brother - but I was angrier at myself.

Angry for the person I knew I was becoming.

Drip.

"One thousand nine hundred eighty-four."

I felt it and I knew I couldn't stop it.

Disclaimer: This book features gore, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, psychological issues, and overall extremely dark themes. If you are sensitive in some way to any of these, please read with caution. 

Cover by @imblacknblue
Editing by @imblacknblue

*all chapters are edited unless it says "unedited" at the top of the chapterAll Rights Reserved

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*Brandon should be cherished.* *I will not steal from him.* *My mother needs to be stopped.* *How good would it feel to just shove her down the stairs?* *Maybe I could put a drug in her coffee, frame it as an overdose.* *Oh, or possibly just go the painful route and torture her the way she just tortured me--* I notice my fist tightening once again, and I release my fingers. Blood. Four drops where the tiny crest-shaped marks are printed. I wipe it on my carpet and lie on the floor. I need to remain calm. I need to remain sane. Brandon is the top priority, and I can't compromise that with my... strange thoughts. I walk to the bathroom and undress to take a hot shower for as long as the water remains hot. As I wash away the dirt from the day, I wash away the darkness of my mind. Or so I hope.

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My hands tremble as I pull them away. There's so much blood, oh god there's so much blood. "Stay with me, please." I beg, my composure cracking. Tears spill down my cheeks, the blood coating every inch of me, the metallic smell filling my senses. "Wake up. Please, wake up." ------------- "And I'll still see it until I die You're the loss of my life" ----- TW!! Domestic abuse Abduction Blood Stalking Death I'll keep updating the trigger warnings as I post updates and please please let me know if I miss a trigger warning for anything!

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☆ Painting portraits of his obsession with the blood of his victims was his Deadly Infatuation ☆ "How dare he? How can he let someone other than Kim ever touch him? Does he not know? Is he not aware of who he belongs to? That his whole body belongs only to Kim? That his eyes should only ever look at Kim? That they should spark only in Kim's presence? And his laugh... his voice... the sound so angelic... how can he allow someone else to hear it?"

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infatuated.

Brandon should be cherished. I will not steal from him. My mother needs to be stopped. How good would it feel to just shove her down the stairs? Maybe I could put a drug in her coffee, frame it as an overdose. Oh, or possibly just go the painful route and torture her the way she just tortured me-- I notice my fist tightening once again, and I release my fingers. Blood. Four drops where the tiny crest-shaped marks are printed. I wipe it on my carpet and lie on the floor. I need to remain calm. I need to remain sane. Brandon is the top priority, and I can't compromise that with my... strange thoughts. I walk to the bathroom and undress to take a hot shower for as long as the water remains hot. As I wash away the dirt from the day, I wash away the darkness of my mind. Or so I hope.