Different (A Creepypasta Fanfic)

Calliope was what people called a real freak. People despise her and feel disgusted of her because when people lack only a thing or two in their emotions, this particular girl lacked EVERY emotion in the world.

I watch as my brother repeatedly called my name in a desperate manner, blood trickling down his forehead. Then the man wearing a bloodied white hood raised his knife and plunged it deep into my brother’s spine. I didn’t move nor did I even flinch at the sight. I just stood there and stared. The lifeless bodies of our parents were lying on the floor, a bloody mess that deepened the color of our red carpet.

He looked at me.

I stared back at him.

He lunged at me, my stomach meeting his knife. He looked at me. I stare at him.

“Why don’t you scream? Aren’t you in pain?” he asks.

I cocked my head to the side like a little child.

“What’s pain?” I ask.