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Last Tick of The Clock, That Never Ends

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Before he can even attempt to open the door, the sound of a gunshot fills up the entire house. Someone had shot him and I don't know who.

Slowly, I began to look around, trying to find out who had done it. Nobody has a gun in their hand. Not a single person in the entirety of this house.

"How could you?" I hear someone say.

"I don't know what you mean, I haven't done anything." I say, but all of a sudden, I feel the weight of something in my hands.

That's when I realized what I had just done.All Rights Reserved

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Aryan's Lethal Obsession by AnjaaniSadek

"Here," he threw the gun at me, which I had to catch with my two hands. "Kill him." The moment the words were out of his mouth, I dropped the gun in shock and took back steps. "I will let you go if you kill him," he was pointing towards John. "No," I whispered and again took a back step. "No?" The devil asked with disappointment, "Tsk-tsk, and here I thought you wanted to leave." "I can't," I stuttered. "Why?" "It's a sin," I whispered. A gasp escaped my throat when he stood so close to me that I could smell him and feel his hot breath on my face. Reading my intent to pull away, he wound his free arm around my waist and drew me near. "You said you want to go home, right?" a shudder passed through me when he murmured. "Killing is....a..sin," I pushed at his chest with all my might. I gasped when he turned me around abruptly, facing John. My heart palpitated when I felt his presence behind me, crossing all bounds of personal space. "What will happen if you sin?" My chain of thoughts broke when I heard him ask, leaning close to my ear. A ripple of shock passed through me, stunning me in the spot as soon as his callous palm ran over my stomach, pulling me deeper into his chest. "Please," I begged. "I will tell you what will happen if you sin," he leaned closer. "No, no, no," John thrashed in his place. A whimper left me when his hot breath hit my ear, "you burn in hell." Lost in my dread of his proximity or his touch, I failed to notice when he placed the gun in my hand, locked my fingers around it with his own, and raised it towards John. "And this is hell." Before I could stop him or pull my hand away, he pulled the trigger, followed by the gunshot. I clutch my eyes shut with a scream locked in my mouth. I was trying to save my father then; how did I end up becoming a sinner? I killed a man! "Boss." "She is mine." I didn't know who was talking to whom, but at that moment, I just wanted this all to be a dream.

Don't Forget Me In The Morning by BandsOrBust

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

KILLED by firelordstorm

My best friend's body lies on the wooden floor, her head help up by the rope that is tied around her slender neck, which is secured to the ceiling. Blood still pools out of a wound in her abdomen, creating a vivid red puddle on the cedar planks. Sara's gray eyes are wide open and glazed over slightly, her light hair pulled into a messy side ponytail. When my brain fully registers these details, my hands drop away from my face, I turn on my heel, and then I burst into an adrenaline-filled sprint out the door. I take the steps two at a time, and when my feet hit the snow covered earth, I take off again, running and running as fast as I can, feeling not free, but full of unfamiliar fear. When I tear into the house, I find my mom sitting on the couch, staring at our Christmas tree with a soft smile on her face and a cup of coffee in her left hand, steam swirling up into the air in an intricate and beautiful pattern that only I can see. "Tess? Are you alright?" She's at my side the instant she sees my face, the coffee mug crashing to the floor and shattering to a million pieces, the shards representing my heart. "Call 911", I manage, my shoulders shaking. "Sara's dead." ------- Christmas was never supposed to start like this. My father wasn't supposed to come back, and my best friend shouldn't have been murdered. Now I'm wondering: What have I gotten myself into?

The Mass Murderer Who Loved Me by dark_angel1011

"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

Dear My Sanity (A Jeff the Killer Story) by Eternalie

*FIRST BOOK IN THE Dear My Sanity SERIES* "Look at your hands. Their blood is on your hands." Jamie stares at her blood covered hands. She clenches her jaw, a muffled scream coming from her. I let her scream but I look around, knowing the police would come soon. If she wants to avoid being caught, she needs to get over her little crisis already. "Get up," I say quickly, going over and grabbing onto her arm to pull her up. "Come on, the police will be coming soon. You're not going to jail." She struggles against me, screaming, "No! You're going to kill me if I go with you." "This all can be erased," I insisted. The wailing of sirens tells me I need to convince her quickly. Jamie pauses, thinking hard. "Fine," she says. "Let's go then." I say no more as I run. She picks up my pace and follows me as I lead her away from her first murders and into her new life. I think it's one she'll fit well into.

Saved By a Stranger by BrittanyRose7

No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

Finding Maze by Cosmic-Enigma

" aww, how kind. Is this your way of getting another proof that I am a criminal so that you can put me in prison. Because, if that is the goal, you guys fucking suck at it " I snapped. In one swift moment, Alex grabbed me by my arm and gripped it" you will do as I say or else.. " "What? Or else what? Throw me in prison? Shatter my life. Let's get one thing straight here, I am lethal just as much as you guys are, I will fucking ruin your life for all the crimes that you have done. If I am going down, then each and every one of you are going down. You think I don't know anything about you all? You think your walls are made of stone that no one can enter? Well, news flash, Alex I know how you are a shallow person behind this rude persona of yours. I know the exact reason why Rowling broke up with you. Want me to reveal each and every one of your secrets and make your life miserable than it already is?... " Alex slowly removed his hand".. That's what I thought. Now shut up and fuck off" I said and took my hot chocolate and walked away.

Decadent by DystopianMilieu

My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

Detention by -Tiredanditswintah-

We held our breath as we heard footsteps enter the dark room. My heart raced and I covered my mouth to keep from screaming as tears ran down my cheeks. Caleb sat next to me, with obvious fear in his eyes. I knew that the desk couldn't hide us for much longer and that's what scared me the most. The footsteps came closer and they grew louder by the second. I held my breath once I heard the man's footsteps stop. Caleb and I exchanged looks as we sat frozen under the desk. I looked up, trying to listen to the man's actions. Then a gloved hand grabbed the edge of the desk and the man's bloody mask appeared in front of me. He stared at us and chuckled, "Found you." · · · Seven classmates find themselves in detention from breaking the rules at their school. This, of course, isn't their first time in detention but something seemed different. The teacher leaves to do something leaving the kids completely unsupervised which was kind of weird. He usually left some goody two shoes to watch them but this time there was no one except them. Creepy things begin to happen and they find themselves locked in the school. What was this? Time is ticking as they try to find their way out before they end up lying in a puddle of their own blood.

Broken Beyond Repair by grace8372

I squeezed my way through the abundant number of people, trying to get to the exit. I bumped into a lot of shoulders, until I found an opening. As soon as the door was in my sight, I heard Jessie calling out my name. Her voice grabbed my attention, and I briskly turned around. I knocked right into a tall figure, causing me to lose my balance and fall. All the people dancing blocked my vision so I couldn't grab onto anything to prevent myself from falling. My arms met the hardwood floor as I tried to catch myself, sending a shock of pain through my arms. "Forgive me ma'am." Someone said while extending an arm down to me. "It's fine. No harm was-" ✰ Status: FInished NOTE*** This story contains mental illness and suicidal themes. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! ***and mild cussing My grammar probably sucks I researched thoroughly on bpd to portray Damien's character correctly but I'm sorry if it's not accurate. I in no way meant for the portrayal of someone with a borderline personality disorder to be represented wrong or only seen from stereotypes. ★ Best Rankings ★ Assault- #1 Borderlinepersonalitydisorder- #1 Bpd- #8 Captive- #44 Selfharmawareness- #55 Darklove- #57 Mentalillness- #81 Copyright © 2020

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Aryan's Lethal Obsession

"Here," he threw the gun at me, which I had to catch with my two hands. "Kill him." The moment the words were out of his mouth, I dropped the gun in shock and took back steps. "I will let you go if you kill him," he was pointing towards John. "No," I whispered and again took a back step. "No?" The devil asked with disappointment, "Tsk-tsk, and here I thought you wanted to leave." "I can't," I stuttered. "Why?" "It's a sin," I whispered. A gasp escaped my throat when he stood so close to me that I could smell him and feel his hot breath on my face. Reading my intent to pull away, he wound his free arm around my waist and drew me near. "You said you want to go home, right?" a shudder passed through me when he murmured. "Killing is....a..sin," I pushed at his chest with all my might. I gasped when he turned me around abruptly, facing John. My heart palpitated when I felt his presence behind me, crossing all bounds of personal space. "What will happen if you sin?" My chain of thoughts broke when I heard him ask, leaning close to my ear. A ripple of shock passed through me, stunning me in the spot as soon as his callous palm ran over my stomach, pulling me deeper into his chest. "Please," I begged. "I will tell you what will happen if you sin," he leaned closer. "No, no, no," John thrashed in his place. A whimper left me when his hot breath hit my ear, "you burn in hell." Lost in my dread of his proximity or his touch, I failed to notice when he placed the gun in my hand, locked my fingers around it with his own, and raised it towards John. "And this is hell." Before I could stop him or pull my hand away, he pulled the trigger, followed by the gunshot. I clutch my eyes shut with a scream locked in my mouth. I was trying to save my father then; how did I end up becoming a sinner? I killed a man! "Boss." "She is mine." I didn't know who was talking to whom, but at that moment, I just wanted this all to be a dream.