A little physco..
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"Forgive me father, for I have sinned.."
Those words chanted inside of my head non stop over and over again, like a record stuck on repeat. I couldn't help but think that I would have actually done it. I stared down at my pale hands, the warm crimson blood dripping off my fingers as if it was ice cream melting on a hot summer day. Fascinated, I watched. Such a beautiful color staining my fragile hands. My lips twitched upward, plastering a wicked grin on my face, remembering the girls face twist into a form of pain and agony as she begged me to kill her, to make the pain stop. I snickered as I replayed the memory inside my sick head. I stared down at the girl's limp body as my eyes blazed with anger, she deserved it. I slowly lifted my blood covered fingers up to my mouth and grazed my tongue on the sticky red substance as I felt a shock wave pass through my body. The blood covered my taste buds, screaming for more I harshly shoved my fingers in my mouth, sucking on them like a hungry animal. Why was a I doing this? I'm not sure..but all I know is that I'm a little physco..
*WARNING*
This story is VERY dark. It relates to me in every single way. If you do not wish to read graphic scenes and sad depressing heart break please do not read. Thank you 💖
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