the story written in blood

the story i am about to tell you is not for your average reader, this is not for the girl that goes to the library to pick up a quick book about ponies and rainbows, the cheerleaders, football team no, this is for the outcasted. this is for the boy who sits in the corner everyday, the one people stare at as they pass by but don’t say a word to this is for the girl everyone knows but knows nothing about. this is for the misunderstood, the miss treated, and the broken. the one with the sickest of intentions the dying thoughts and the thirst for blood death and vengeance may it be on others or self inflicted.