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messy

i opened the fridge in the messy kitchen i was sick of seeing i almost yakked up my own food at the sight of the rotting food messy my room mate left. i wanted to run into the living her and yell at her but was afraid she would never talk to me again if i did. i wanted messy to like me but this had to stop i was sick of living in a dump! i went into the living room and asked messy for a moment she smiled and said she would love to talk. i sat down and said the only thing i could think of that would hurt her feelings and make her hate me. “do you think you could clean up your messes?” she gowned and said “not this again whats the big deal?” it was a challenge not to smack her but i did it “messy even if you dont see it as a mess we all do!” she gunted and said “not my problem you guys are all clean freaks!” ok that was it i jumped up and smacked her hard and then yelled “we all agreed your kicked out!!!” messy looked angry but didn't hit back  she jumped up and ran to her room where she packed her things-crying- then ran out of te house yelling i would regret this

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burnt

me and gabby saunders put are minds together trying to make are most discusting and touching horror story yet and here it is Burnt

                             *warning do not read alone*

I walked down the dim halls, nameless faces pass me by one by one until I caught her eye. Her cool blue gaze intensified at the hatred in my eyes burned through her. She smiled. a sly smirk of some sort, like the plot she already planned was not entirely over. She batted her eyes in what was a taunt, turned her head from me to reveal her long bleach- fried hair and pink over coat. she stopped for a minute then whirled around, her daint hands grasping the broad shoulders of that of a typical high school jock, my jaw tightened as I saw their lips interlocked, and his hand slowly traveling up her skirt. I looked down with tears welling in my eyes, “I hope you choke on his spit” I cried under my breath as I slowly turned to walk away, I looked up one more time and saw her evil eyes glancing at me from the side, a sly smile crossed her face in the middle of the fake passion being displayed in the school’s hallway for the world to see. I cried out, a few tears spilling down my face as I hurried away. “I hate her”, I thought over and over... “I hate her, I hate her, I hate her..” As I hurried down the hallway in attempt to get away from my heartbreak my books were suddenly slammed into my chest as i stumbled backward someone grabbed my arm before i hit the ground and pulled me close to his chest. I opened my clenched eyes cautiously and opened my mouth to speak but before I could utter a word my ears were met with a soft sweet voice that was so familiar but to dreadful to enjoy. “hey” he said looking deeply into my eyes acting as if nothing ever happened, “are you alright?’’ I ripped my arm out of his grasp and in my forcefulness I found my self falling backwards on to the hard cold tile floor. I closed my eyes and teared up against the humiliation and the pain, as I lay on the ground the bittersweet symphony of retained laughter fluttered down towards my ears. one laugh sounded over the rest the one laugh that wasn't retained . it openly mocked me, “O my god she’s such a loser!” someone yelled as everyone bursted out into loud laughs and hoots, “guys, shut up, it’s not fu- fu” he didn’t even finish his sentence before bursting into laughter again. I sighed as tears slid down my eyes as I proceeded to stand up and gather the things that I had dropped when I fell. I stood up and briefly met the gaze of his eyes “I hope you burn in hell, Criss” I spat as I turned to walk away only to bump into his best friend Joey who apparently had been behind me the whole time. “Where do you think you’re going freak?” Aw hell... I thought to myself before opening my mouth: be nice, or destroy, be nice, or destroy... destroy. “I’m going to my 4th period, and I’m guessing-” “Shut up” Joey spat. “you ain’t goin’ any where and you ain’t guessing anything you tiny little psycho” he pushed me sending me back a few steps, I just lowered my head and grabbed my books tight, “I really have to get to class” I said as I proceeded to move past him. “you’re not going anywhere” he spat as he shoved me against a locker this time, making the cheap metal vibrate sending a deafening sound through out the halls the signaled my defeat and humiliation.. and maybe even my burning hatred. “Hey, Joey! that’s enough, knock it off!” Criss said interjecting before the confrontation could reach any further lengths. “Why should I leave her alone? she’s just a psycho and a waste of flesh, she should either be in a psych ward or even maybe even in a morg.” He bowed his head, looking up through his bangs; his eyes sparkling with deviation and malice. his mouth stretched into an antagonzing grin against his sharp white teeth. “Now you’re either going to apologize, or I promise you’re going to meet your sister in hell in the next three seconds” he started to count on his fingers like daddy use to do before he killed himself and took mommy with him “one” he said waving his finger in front of my face I was too stubborn to do anything but shoot daggers through my pale green eyes and sob a little at the refrence of my dead baby sister “two” he said with his growing anger in his voice as my fear poisoned my soul with every lasting second. there was a mob of people around me now and i felt tempted to say I'm sorry as he said “three” he growled as he ran at me grabbing my throat forcing me against the lockers. my neck whip lashed at the impact and cause me to slam my head against the hard metal, pain exploded behind my eyes as the vibration of the blow sounded through the halls. he brought up his fist threatening to punch me “say your sorry you bitch!” I gasped for air and scratched at his strong hand that was restricting my breath. i hated him more than i had hated anyone in my life more than i hated that little Barbie girl i looked at him as he repeated himself again sounding even more angry than before “say your sorry” when i only responded with more gasping he grounded his teeth and hit me hard in the stomach i only glared at him, forcing back the tears of pain and hatred that continued to slowly consume my heart in it’s darkness. He drew his fist back again intending to go for my face this time i clenched my eyes shut preparing for the blow but it never came i opened my eyes to find Criss grabbing Joey’s arms and shoving him away and throwing him to the ground. “Dude that enough!” Criss screamed with a intense indescribable anger, causing Joey to recoil on the ground in fear . with out Joey pressing me against locker I slid down to the cold hard ground again. i tried to breath but the wind was knocked out of me. I lost track of the brutal confrontation going on before as I attempted to fill my lungs with oxygen once more. “I’m only teaching her a lesson!” Joey yelled in protest Criss looked angry when he asked “and what was that?” you could see the anger grow in Joey’s eyes at Criss’ chastising, he lifted himself off the ground as he proceeded to yell back: “that she is a freak and can’t mess with us maybe?!” he stopped and turned to me “Did you learn your lesson miss psycho? Are you going to say sorry now or am I going to have to keep tutoring you on how to behave?!” he started after me again his arms lifted towards me with open hands ready to affixiate me and take my breath again. My rebellion welled up inside me along with hatred and a passionate rage, I regained my breath and screamed at him “I would rather go see my sister in hell then say sorry to you!” I yakked up all the goop in my mouth i could muster and spat at him with all the good grace of one of S.E. Hinton’s Greasers. Joey looked at me with all the darkness in his heart as he wiped the my spit of his face, “that’s it you’re dead now,” he aid through clenched teeth. He started at me with the furry of a legion of many demons. Teeth clenched teeth, fists raise, ready to strike, but before he could reach me Criss stepped in the passionate path of rage Joey was striving down in confidence and anger. He stopped, “Criss-” “Don’t even,” Criss said clenching his teeth “you deserved that one” he pushed Joey away with one hand and all Joey did was laugh “ya know what?” he said through his cynical laughter “I'm out of here! you can enjoy your little freak fest, and I will go enjoy my normality where all sane people live!” “have fun!” Criss said with a huge smile on his face, and with sarcastic smile joey raised his right hand and popped his middle finger out at him, “later.” he said as he stormed through the crowd and walked away from the scene.I turned my eyes to Criss, and then took one last look at Joey who’s back was angrily stalking down the hall way. He must have felt the heat of my gaze because he turned around and locked eyes with me immediately. “you’re dead” he mouthed, my mouth dropped with fear as he slowly turned away. I watched as he angrily snaked down the hallway with fists clench, I watched as not only his body, but his mind disappear into the deep abyss of the hallways that held nothing but shadows, and never ending darkness.

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The mob surrounding me dispersed with Joey. Criss waited till everyone was gone before coming to talk to me ”Oh what a gentlemen!” I looked up at him and clapped my hands as I simply sat there and tears began to escape my eyes, filled with the desire to rid the world of Joey Rodriguez The tears started flowing faster of one simple thought: I knew could never do the world that justice.Or could I?.. it would be doing the world a favor right? if he died who would care he was a jerk! no one would miss him come to think of it no one would miss the barbie either and maybe even . . . .Criss. “Are you okay?” Criss asked sounding exhausted and strained as he held out his hand to help me up i simply slapped his hand away and got myself up. my legs were trembling but i seemed to be alright “I'm sorry about joey i tried to stop him” my eye twitched at irritation his ignorance! I turned to him all my hatred rising up again “you . . . .yo-” “do you want to come to a party?” the passionate fire of anger was taken right out from under me “what?” i asked completely dumbfounded “look I'm really sorry about him and to make it up to you I'm inviting you to my party” I was about to say no when my mind turned back to the earlier thought I had, had killing joey. “Will Joey be at this party?” I asked already knowing the answer “ya but its a big house so you wont see him unless you like look for him” he said this as if he feared i would say no but i had already said yes in my head. i would go to Criss’s little party but only for one special reason.. An evil grin stretched across my face, I started daydreaming of ways i would kill him there was so many ways! strangling, poisoning, and of course the classic stabbing to death before i could answer him he continued “you know the only reason he picks on you is because he likes you right?” i was dumbfounded again “what!? who in there right mind would bully there crush?” my rage resurfaced but before it could form completely Criss started talking “He is just angry you picked me over him” Criss said this like joey hadn't just tried to kill me and it was a harmless crush. Oh I was so going to murder him for sure now!! “So you coming or not?” Criss asked still looking tired and worn out, “Of course I'll come” I said I gave him a sly smile and looked up through my bangs. I walked towards him and pressed my body up against his, I reached around to his side and grabbed the belt loop of his jeans and pulled him even closer to me. we were eye to and are lips just inches apart. “It’ll be fun” I said smiling again. I lifted my free hand and glided my finger down his chest, I looked up at him again, lips pursed, bleeding an innocence I never had. He got that excited boyish smile I use to love and laughed nervously trying to repress his want, “You remember where?” He said wrapping his arm around my lower back, his hand slowly starting to travel up my shirt “Mhhhm” I hummed, as I lightly brushed my lips against his for a single kiss “I love you.” I whispered in his ear. His grasp on me suddenly tightened as he pulled me in closer to kiss me again, I dropped my grasp on him and stepped away, he gave me a quizzical look as sadness entered his bright blue eyes “But I-” I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head to the side, he stopped his notion of thought already knowing exactly what my body language was stating, “I’ll see you tonight alright?” I said looking deeply into those perfect eyes, “Alright” he smiled. I smiled back at him one more time as I started my walk down the hallway, “I love you too!” he called after me, I turned around locking with his eyes automatically I smiled one last time and winked at him before I slowly turned around; allowing my body and my mind to wistfully descendant into abyss of the hallways that held nothing but shadows, and never ending darkness. And I love your blood. A lovely thought crossed my mind as a dark giggle escaped my mouth. Vengeance is mine my love, Vengeance is mine.

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I watched my dark brown hair in the mirror, becoming frustrated with it at its lack of curling. after fidgeting with my hair some more I turned off the curling iron and proceeded to put my hair up in bun, leaving one curled hair to hang softly hang around my pale skin. I lined my big pale green eyes with deep black eyeliner, giving my eyes a cat shape and extra ferocity “That’s good enough.” I sang to my self out loud. My eyes accidently traveled up to the old burned piece of paper taped to the mirror, tears stung at my eyes, filling me with an ancient pain that was never quite buried “Don’t look at it right now,” I said through gritted teeth, “later, later when the time is right.” A single tear rolled down my eyes as I pulled them away from the memento of my past. I grabbed my red lipstick and started coating my big lower lip; slowly moving to my upper. I rolled my lips between each other spreading the bright red lipstick around. When I was accentuating my face, I looked my self over in the mirror noting, my hair had actually done how I had wanted. I stared at the attractive way my jeans hugged each part of my lower body streaching with my long legs down to my six inch high- heeled boots. my eyes moved to my loose-off-shoulder red swooped-neck belly shirt, I noted how perfectly it showed of my tiny waist line and perfectly highlighted my strongly built and elegant decolletage. My eyes swooped down to my new belly ring. I had gotten it today and I smiled at the sight of it: it was a little blood splattered silver axe, absolutely prefect for tonight. I glanced back to the old burned paper and remember the day my sister wrote that, the day she set the house on fire with her half dead body already set ablaze. I thought back to it, fresh tears welling up in my eyes; it was hard to believe it had only been 4 years ago, she would be 14 this year; only being two years younger than me. Mom and dad had been fighting that day, and it was all my fault too. dad was drunk again and he had hit me because I disobeyed him: he told me not to teach Macry ring around the Rossie's. I didn't know why he hated it, But I did it anyway, and I was brutally punished for it. I quickly looked down at my hand; tracing the the jagged scar my dad had ripped down the top of my wrist when I had attempted to escape from the harsh blows he was pounding to my face... maybe if I had just not shown my mom, maybe, maybe they would all still be alive... I still remember hearing my poor beloved baby sister faintly singing it as I tried my hardest, but in the end in vain, to get into her room; screaming at her to open the door. But I, knowing she had already slit her wrist’s, she was long gone to the world. “I should of died with her!” I cried aloud with disgusting amounts of spite and anguish in my voice, but my dear mother had to drag me away from the door as the fire spread all throughout the house. I looked at the note again deciding to read it out loud again before I left for the night of blood I was in for: “Sweet love, sweet kiss, sweet ignorant bliss. Sweet heart, sweet care, sweet this isn’t fair. Sweet day, sweet night, sweet this might be goodbye. Sweet fire, sweet knife, sweet time to die.” tears ran heavily down my face and I quickly wiped them away. I leaned in to the mirror checking to make sure my make up wasn't running, and when it wasn’t, I took the paper from the mirror folding it and putting it in my pocket. I turned my back to the mirror knowing what I had to do. I had to do it for her . . .. for Marcy. I walked down the dim hallway of the orphanage, my mind swirling with images of the sweet crimson that was soon to be staining my pale- white skin, “This is for you my sweet broken little angel.” I whispered as I opened the door to leave. I took a deep breath as I stepped into the sweet summer air and gently closed the door behind me. I love you Marcy, see you in a few... I thought as I disappeared into the twilight.

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I walked to Criss’s house in silence, completely engulfed in my thoughts: who was i going to kill first? how was I going to do it? where was I going to do it? When was I going to do it?... As these thoughts crossed my mind a cocktail concocted of rage, hate, lnsanity, vengeance and lust pulled itself together; an evil grin crossed my face and a devious chuckle escaped my lips. In my relaxation of realization and decision I grabbed the belt loops of my tight jeans and carelessly strode down the road. “Ring around the rosie, pocket full of possies... Ashes, ashes we all fall down...” One last giggle escaped my mouth as Criss’ house came into view, it was a fairly large house on the edge of the forest, it was quite nice actually; often wondered why someone would build such a beautiful house out in the middle of nowhere, by itself, and encroached in upon by a dark and dreary forest... O well, I thought. It will most definitely work to my advantage now, it would be at least take a half an hour before any cops could reach it, if anyone even dare tried to called them. I walked to the front door and brought up my hand to knock, but then remembered it was a party, and not just a party, it was one of Criss’ parties, even if I banged on the door screaming bloody murder no one would even notice my existence. I took one deep breath and opened the door and just to my expectation a wall of deafening music crashed into my ears, filling me with excitement and relaxation; no one will ever be able to hear the antagonizing screams I was soon to pull from my victim’s lips as I slowly killed them. I smiled and looked around to find that Criss had truly out done himself; this could easily be one of the best party’s of the year. music was blasting very loudly from speakers located in each room, which mixed with the sweet cacophony of obnoxious laughter that emanated from the tipsy guests holding red cups which were more then likely filled with beer. Everyone in the house looked so drunk, no one would even sense if something went wrong- or was wrong, with the high levels alcohol in their blood that were even still continuing to climb as the night went on. “Hey Avicanna!” I heard a preppy cackle “what in the world are you doin’ hear?” I saw miss barbie , she was maybe a little bit tipsy, but not drunk. Prefect I thought, I had feared she would be totally smashed, because then I wouldn’t be able to teach her a proper lesson. I glared at her then smiled “Oh Criss invited me, he wanted me to be here with . . .. Him” she glared at me even harder “Ya right he would, he’s done spending time with a sorry psycho slut like you, in fact I'm going to go find him right now to ask him if that’s true.” She stuck up her nose and clumsily turned around to look for him before a snide smile crossed my face, “Um honey, I think he went up stairs to his room you know on the third floor.” she gave me a look almost saying she didn't believe me, “In fact” I said mimicking her mannerisms and posture “He asked me to send you up there, so you better get on it before he gets bored.” I gave her a fake wink and she immediately turned around dashing straight for Criss’s room. I rolled my eyes, letting a breathy laugh to escape my lips Pathetic I thought. I looked up and smiled picking out Joey in the crowd of party goers. I smiled evilly and seductively. i stood up straight fixing my posture, I walked slowly over to him rolling my hips side-to-side as I walked like a predator heading for her prey, I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to find me standing there, and his smile faded instantly. “You want another lesson on how to behave or something?” He asked with a snare. I placed my hand on his shoulder pressing my tongue to my teeth, and bringing my finger down his chest. I looked him in the eye,“Maybe not a lesson on how to behave, but maybe on how to move” I said pursing my lips and pressing my chest up against his. “Finally come to your senses have you?” he asked with a grin. He wrapped his arms around my back, and his hand slowly started traveling up till it grasped my shoulder blade, his thumb barely caressing my side. I nodded my head and batted my eyes, I started to rise up so I could whisper in his ear “The guest room in 20 minutes babe” I whispered breaking away from his grasp and slowly walking away shaking my hips side to side. he stared after me as I trotted up the stairs were my first victim was waiting. I watched the dim walls passed me as I walked up the stairs looking for a weapon to use on the human barbie. I spotted a beer bottle and smiled knowing it was prefect: it had been the weapon used on mom. Dad hadn’t known it was broken when he hit her with it again and again until she had bleed to death, and now, I will kill with the same weapon used to take my own mother. A twisted grin broke out on my lips as I continued to get closer to Criss’s room. I was almost there I could taste it. I touched the door handle waiting a moment before turning it and going in the room. Miss barbie looked confused at the sight of me as I closed the door locking it. “What are you doing here? Where is Criss” I turned to her and smiled twhich seemed to dumbfound her even further “You’re a barbie girl, in the real world” she looked at me like I was insane and for the first time I felt I was too. “God your such a freak” she walked over to me trying to get to the door, “I can do your hair!” I screamed as I grabbed on to her long blonde precious hair and ripped it all off. It made a disgusting sound as I ripped off the top of her scalp, and blood splattered everywhere as tiny droplets of ran down the few strands of hair she had left. she screamed turning around to run from me I laughed like a mad man “Un-dress you everywhere” I sang while grabbing a flap of skin from the back of her head and tearing it off. she turned back to me and screamed in agony, collapsing against the wall as I sang even loader, “Imagination, life my creation!” she looked at me, terror emanating through every part of her body, an antagonizing smile crossed my face as I looked her in the eyes; they screamed at me, begging me to let her go, in her eyes I could see all the pain, agony, and terror the world could offer one single person, bleeding through those pale blue irisis. She whimpered in defeat as I drew closer, “Come on barbie let’s go party” I said as I kicked her in the stomach, my thin stiletto heal of my boot penetrated her stomach from the force of the blow. I removed my heel from her stomach and a slow- moving river of blood came trickling out from the open wound, and before she could react, I jumped on her smashing the beer bottle on the top of her head. She was about to fall unconscious but before she even had the oppurtunity I grasped the broken glass in my hand and stabbed it into her chest. “Ah” I hummed in delight as more of her blood started to pour out of her body, she screamed even louder as if she was crying out to God in that very moment to save her life, but alas it was my job to silence her. I stabbed her again “Ah, ah!” and again “Ya!” I said before stopping to see if she had stopped screaming, and when I saw her broken and bloody body was now lying dead beneath me, I whispered in her ear, “Goodbye Barbie.” I smiled as I kissed her forehead.

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I ran to the guest room wiping the rest of the barbies blood off my skin. I slammed the door shut behind me and crashed into the bathroom frantically trying to wash the blood off my hands so my dear Joey wouldn’t notice the crimson that stained all along my arms and hands, and when it was gone, I looked up and smiled at myself in the mirror, I looked like I was glowing. my pale skin looking better than it had ever before. I heard a knock at the door “Avicanna, you in here?” I heard joey ask “Ya I'm in the bathroom getting ready for you love, just one moment.” I could here the smile in his voice when he said “Okay, but be quick.” I heard the bed squeak knowing that he had now laid down in complete comfort and confidence, and ignorant to the fate that was about to fall upon him. I opened the door making sure he watched my eyes and lips, and not the hand which held the broken bottle that was still stained with Barbie’s blood. I moved the bottle behind my back as I slowly made my way to the bed. “You look beautiful.” He said, a cool smile appeared on his face. A brief moment of guilt pierced my heart, but I quickly wiped it aside as I crawled onto the bed with the broken bottle still hidden behind my back. I position myself on top of him and slowly began kissing his thick lips, and when he seemed in a place of safety and vulnerability I proceed to reveal the weapon that seemed to be hidden for an endless eternity. “Wait, Avicanna, I want to tell you something” he said looking at the bottle, still calm in his manner. If he thought he was going to win me over with his kindness and love now, he was dead wrong. I didn't wait to hear the rest of his words before I quickly swung the beer bottle above my head and plunged into his chest right over his heart. I held restraint in the force I used allowing the shattered glass to hover over his heart, a few inches from his inevitable death. I wanted him to suffer slowly and pay for all the times he had wrong me. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth and a heart for a heart. “I love you,” he let out in a sharp breath, his eyes welling up with tears form the immense pain. My eyes widened in shock, how could he love me? I mean Criss and I had dated for years, and he had never once told me, or even had any mention of having any positive feelings for me, let alone... Love... Plus I was stabbing him!! how could he love me? he started to cough with great force, his body shaking underneath me as he started to expel fine amounts of blood from of his mouth, coating his lips and chin in a deep vibrant red as it proceeded to drip on to the pillow and sheets below him. He reached up to my face and started running his long, shaking fingers through my hair that had fallen out of it’s bun in my earlier passion with barbie, “You’re beautiful, kind, and such an amazing and sweet person,” he coughed more “You’re the only person I have ever felt this deeply for.” blood oozed from the wound, drenching his shirt in his own blood, and tears fell from my eyes as I recalled the look on my dad’s face when he had realized what he had done to my mom. He had told me repeatedly in his hysteria that he didn't mean to stab her, and he didn’t mean to kill her, but in my fear I ran through the dim hallways of the decrepit motel, looking for someone, anyone, to tell the story of my past 30 minutes of life to, to find safety, and expose my dad as the brutal murderer he truly was. But by the time safety was reached and the cops had arrived, the coward had thrown himself from the forth floor window to his death and left me, his only living daughter, completely alone and forgotten in the world. I remembered looking at the broken glass that was scattered around the crime scene, and the rivers of blood that had stained the street, the final symbol of a broken life, as I stared at Joey and the broken pieces of glass scattered around his chest and the rivers of blood oozing from his heart and staining his chest. Memories of my mother, my father, and my sister flooded my mind from the blazing fire that engulfed my home and the fragile life of my baby angel, to the motel that held the cruel fate of my mother, who was beaten into her final submission by a cruel drunk with a broken beer bottle, who swung a little to hard and ended up bludgeoning and stabbing his wife to death, then to nearly seconds later, me walking in on my forlorn father strewn across the body of my frail mother, mixing his heavy tears with her sweet blood, and then the final moments of me finding the motel manager and hearing the horrible crash of broken glass and a heavy thud landing on the street below, running outside and seeing my father’s broken and twisted body on the black unforgiving asphalt... In those few moments I thought I had lost everything, and then looking into Joey’s deep brown eyes, seeing nothing but honesty, I realized I hadn’t lost everything, in fact, it was only the beginning. “I love you,” he repeated. I leaned down as tears started pouring from my face, taking my mascara and eyeliner with them and staining my face black as night. “I love you too” I whispered in his ear. What was once moments ago a sly lie to lure this poor boy to his death had now become the honest truth and my reality. To everyone I was once just a reminder of a horrible murderous man and a horrible demonic legacy, but now I couldn’t see that in joey’s eyes, no fear, no hatred, just love. For the first time I saw honest love for me. I leaned down and kissed him slowly, tears still continuing to free flow down my face. He kissed me back faster and stronger as if he was determined to steal my tears away, but not just the tears, oh no, but also the pain, this wasted pain, and the sorrow, this drowning sorrow, and the death, all this pointless death. And for once in my life the needle of guilt plunged into my heart at the realization I did not want to do this anymore, I don’t want to be this person anymore. I realized my past and my pain should not define my actions, and it should not define who I am. And at this realization the beer bottle that seemed to have vanished during my passion suddenly reappeared in my hand. This is it I thought. I grasped the hilt of the bottle tightly in my hand and raised my body to pull the bottle out of his chest “You will no longer be victorious over me” I whispered to myself as the glass slowly started to rise out of his chest... I gasped as I suddenly felt the the cool puddle of blood that had formed under my knee, and I found myself falling forward again, but faster and with even more force then before. “NO!” I screamed right as the bottle went plunging straight back into his skin, penetrating his heart. He screamed in in pain, his body locking up briefly forcing him up only to collapse right back down again, he coughed ferociously as heavy amounts of his own blood hurled itself from his mouth. “NOOOO!! JOEY!!!” he looked at me and I was determined not to look back at him, for I didn't want to see the hatred that was sure to be there in his eyes, I killed him, I slayed the only boy I had ever truly loved and the only boy who had truly ever loved me back; mind, body, and soul. “Avi-ann-a” he attempted to say my name through cracked syllables. I reluctantly looked at him and was shocked to see love in the dying light of his eyes. He touched my check rising up to whisper to me “I . . . .for .. . . .give . . . .you.” He said as his hand went limp, and his body fell cold on to the bed “no no no no no no you cant die! You can’t die! I love you, you can’t!” I grabbed his hand as my briefly resolved my mind fell into hysterics, I took it, trying to place it back on my cheek hoping, praying, that it would bring him back to life, “I love you!!! you can’t die! Not now, Not ever! NO!!!” I screamed bursting into tears, I fell down onto his body staining myself in his blood, trying retain and remember those last few moments I had been in love. I kissed, hugged him, caressed him, performed almost every sweet act of love possible in the dying hope I could bring him back to life, but alas the efforts were in vain. My eyes darkened, my grasp tightened and my tears came crashing out of my eyes as I fell even deeper into my insanity. Of course I couldn’t keep him I laughed hysterically, why should I be able to keep him once I realized he was the one for me, always there watching me date his best friend why?! why?! I laughed again, holding my sides looking down at him. Anger welled up inside me “How dare you die!” I screamed slapping his corpse again and again before falling from the bed laughing even harder. I held my self curling into a ball and rocking back and forth trying to decide if I should scream, cry or laugh like the sociopath I had finally become. Just like your daddy I thought before bursting into another round of laughter. Before I could make any more decisions or climb even deeper into my insanity, someone decide to make their way upstairs and peek their head in the door way. Their eyes widened with horror as they looked down upon me and the rest of gruesome scene. “Avicanna...?” Criss uttered out in immense horror, and at the sound of his voice, I noted the growing anger and realize this was my only chance. “Dammit Criss, it’s Italy and you damn well know it! God I’m so sick of everyone calling me that!” I breathed out in psychotic irritation, “But anyways Criss, Hiya how ya doin’?” I sat up as if nothing had ever happened and I laughed, laughed feeling like the last of my sanity had left me, and all that had replaced it was a ravenous monster. I sprung up like a demon ran at him screaming. all my conscious moral thoughts had left me at that moment and now it was all up to instinct to decided his fate. Criss turned from me and ran out of the room in uncontrolled terror, he slammed against the wall unable to control his speed and at his halt I came bounding out of the room right after him. I slammed into his body, tackling him to the ground, his back facing up at me. I grabbed his hair forcing his head up and the poor baby yelped in pain as I proceeded to scream at him. He started crying begging pleading, for me to let him go, but god knew that wasn’t going to happen. I picked up a stray beer bottle to the right of me and slammed it against the wall causing it to shatter. I took the jagged bottle and repeatedly stabbed it with great force into his back and neck, drawing huge amounts of blood and screaming with each deep penetration. “Take this you back stabbing cheating corpse! this is all your fault! I wouldn’t have even come if you hadn’t invited me!” I screamed and continue down my path of destruction until he had fallen limp underneath me, I stopped. I released my grasp on him and dropped the beer bottle, I dipped my hand in the pools of blood forming around his dead corpse and proceed to smear the sweet crimson on my face and down my arms and neck as my laughing grew harder and even more hysterical. I stood up from my mess and paced down the halls picking up every red cup and beer bottle I could find as I splashed them one by one all over the guest room and emptied their contents down the hall . I finally took one last beer bottle that managed to stay intact during my escapade and ripped a piece of Criss’ shirt of and stuffed it down the mouth of the bottle, allowing a little bit of the frayed and bloodied cloth to stick out. I dug in my pocket frantically looking for my lighter, and as soon as I found it I flicked it on and lit the end of the cloth. “lets crank it up” I said to myself is I stormed over to the banister. I stood their looking over the unexpecting party guests that were stumbling around drunk and attempting to dance to the loud music that was still pounding throughout the house. I smiled widely and laughed loudly as everyone noticed my existance and stared up at me wide-eyed and confused. “Hey guys.” I said cheerfully holding the home made bomb up above my head. “Avicianna, is that, is that you?” someone from from crowd below slurred form their drunkenness. “It’s Italy, actually,” I said snidely. I looked up at the bottle smiled and then looked back at the crowd over drunks that had formed beneath me, their lives were now in my hands. 3, 2, 1... I counted off in my head as I dropped the bottle from the banister to the ocean of nameless people below. I watched as they there drunk eyes followed the bottle to the ground below, and right before the fire reached the end of the cloth the bottle hit the ground as the deafining crack of glass sounded throughout the room, and the sweet fire and alcohol ignited consuming the floor around it and lighting the people near the shattering glass on fire as well. There was a moment of silence, the only thing that could be heard was the earth shaking music, which seemed to fade into the background, and the deep and quickening heart beats of the innocent by standers below... Then suddenly a rich symphony of screams and shrieks rose up from the crowd beneath me as instant sobriety struck every soul in the house, and so started to the futile attempts to escape the burning building. The little people below struggled as they fought and tripped over each other as they clawed for the doors and reached for the windows, but in the end their own pleasure will cost them their lives, for the high levels of alcohol poisoning their blood will never allow any of them to come clear, there was no chance in hell any of them were getting out of this one alive, no one would escape. I smirked with pride and satisfaction at the disorganized mess of screaming and fighting that was presented before me as the fire slowly started to climb up the walls and cross the floor, taking a few more victims with her in the her burning rage. I turned away from the banister with one last thing to do, I ripped a piece of my own shirt off and took my lighter to it. as the red silk started to burn, I threw it onto the floor which instantaneously ignited the trails of alcohol I had erected in my state of hysteria. I watched solemnly as the deep blue and orange fire slowly started to consume the hallway and everything surrounding, for I knew these were my last final minutes on earth. “Goodbye” I whispered as I turned and walked back to the guest room. As I entered my final resting place the sweet tune to “Ring Around The Rossies” subconsciously started to flow from my mouth; “Ring around the rossies, pocket full of posies, ashes ashes we all fall down.” I sung with a dead psychotic melody in my voice as the tears started falling from my eyes at the sight of Joey’s lifeless body still laying motionless and bloody on the bed. I sat down by him and curled my body up next to his as I took out my sweet little sister’s final words and read them to him. “Sweet love, sweet kiss, sweet ignorant bliss. Sweet heart, sweet care, sweet this isn’t fair. Sweet day, sweet night, sweet this might be goodbye. Sweet fire, sweet knife, sweet time to die.” I sobbed putting the note on his chest and wrapping his cold arm around me “ring . . .around the .. . . .rossies” i felt a hand on my the shoulder and turned to see my sister. I saw the deep cut marks on her wrists. I took her hand and she smiled at me “Ring around the rossies pocket full of possies” she started to sing with me as i looked over to see mom standing in the corner with deep cuts all down her body. She smile her beautiful smile and proceed to sing with us, “ashes aches...” dad appeared resting his hand on my mom shoulder, smiling weakly. I smiled back at him. forgiving him for this endless chain of madness he had created. He nodded his head as he added his voice into the choir as well, “we all fall down” he sang with his deep creamy voice. “I love you all” I whispered. I looked up to see to the celling over me was about collapse form the intense heat of the fire, I wrapped my arms around joey kissing his cheek, I stared at my fate as I heard the final crack of the ceiling above me giving away. i wasn't afraid anymore dying afford me sweet relief from my mistakes and horrid past and now i welcomed it “we all fall down” I screamed alone as the hot embers from the the roof came crashing down on me, crushing my frail body in immense heat, causing intense and unbearable pain but before I could let out a single scream I felt nothing, the whole world went black around me as calm fell over me, I saw Joey smiling in the distance, and I felt nothing but peace, I smiled back.

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I cried for my son Criss and I cried for everyone else who would of been here. In her psychotic state Avicanna Miller killed 102 kids in a raging house fire. Among those victim's were Mary Right, my son’s current girlfriend, Joey Rodriguez, and of course my only son Christopher Young. During the investigation of this fire and autopsy it was shown that Criss had been stabbed to death as was Mary. Joey had only one deep but fatal stab wound to the heart which supposedly and hopefully instantaneously killed him, and Avicanna herself had simply been crushed when the house caved in. All other parties involve were slowly burned to death and I grave at the fact those poor kids had to suffer so greatly in the end. My house is no longer standing and with my wife, and son now dead I have nothing left in this town, therefore I am selling the property to the highest bidder and leave this town with a heavy heart. My Avicanna Miller rot in hell for evil deed and my those poor kids rest in peace.

-Harold Young

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5 Months later

“hey sweety, check this out” I handed my husband the classified adds in the newspaper pointing to a specific add that had caught my eye “Wouldn’t that be perfect to build are summer getaway on?” I smiled at him my eyes pleading with him to agree. “Ah yeah, look at that, that would be nice.” He said looking at the paper with content sparkling in his eyes, “I think I’ll call tomorrow and see what we can do.” “I think that is a fabulous idea.” I smiled as I kissed him on the cheek and wrapped my arms around him. I stared at that property, a deep want filled my being and I knew no matter what the cost, I would own that land, and I would own it soon.

house property for sell (sale)

about 1.5 acres of wood lands

sell price $1,500

I wanted it so bad, something called me to the spot and I didn't quite know what it was but I wanted it so bad I would kill for it. for a moment i didn't care if I killed my dear husband, as long as I had this land. “Tomorrow are you going to call them?” I asked while I wondered i was going insane thinking this awful thought “O definitely, it’s definitely worth a shot.” He smiled up at me, and at that beautiful smile, I regained all the calmness I had felt moments before the strange thoughts passed my mind, That property will be mine I thought one last time, It will, be mine.

happy stupid valentines

i decided to dress as a zombie this valentines i was called weird or freak maybe 30 times but the thing i dont get is how many times are this preps going to call me weird before they realize I DONT CARE!!! besides in my head wierd is a good thing! why would you want to be normal? come to think of it we are all weird!! if we were all 'normal' they nothing would have ever happened no one would of thought outside of the box and said "i think im going to make a wheel today" the human race would still be huanting and living in caves if there was even a thing called normal!

phychotic

psychotic

ok im focusing on horror storys this year so here is my new one! its a story about the qquality psychotic

Psychotic walked lazily around the town of quality's he eyed everyone seeing them as future targets. he had never hurt someone before. he use to be like happiness with a skip in his step being kind and generous to every one but then he meet pain, hatred and darkness they were such good friends to him teaching him there ways of living . it seemed so much easier. taking what he whats and not caring what people think of you and just being as mean as he whats. ever sense meeting them he had lost the skip in his step and began to glare at everyone he passed. he began to form a creepy smile and even walked in a more loose crazy style. darkness liked my new looked mostly because it kept happiness away from us. maybe happiness was the one he should kill  he didn't like her much now that he had started his descent into madness. yes happiness would be perfect. he walked slowly to her house smiling with evil intention. he drew the knife from my back pocket and knocked on her door he waited a moment before she opened the door “oh hey you haven’t see you in awhile” she looked happy but he knew she was afraid of him now “may i come in?” he asked with all politeness trying to sound like my old self but he was consumed by the lust for blood, her blood i wanted to take in from her she didn't deserve it anyways she didn't need it like he did!  “um. . . .sure why not?” because I'm going to kill you he  laughed to himself “so do you want to talk to me about something?” she asked turning around to walk into the kitchen “i don't have much tim-” she froze not believing what she felt. the knife in her back. he smiled wider and it only seemed to scare her more. he yanked the knife out of her back and watched as blood bloomed from her it was like a beautiful flower. she feel to the ground and he leaned down next to her and started making little cuts on her body. oh this was heaven! he thought. he dug into her guts trying to find her heart . she was still alive and he wanted to feel it die for him self he felt it beat and graved it pulling it out with a slow motion making sure he watched her face go from pained and hurt to empty. he laughed and danced around the room excited she was finally dead. he toke a bite out of her freshly picked heart and laughed more as blood ran down his throat, arm and face. there was a knocking at the door and opened in to find kindness she looked at him horrified. he smiled knowing he could kill her to. he never did like her even as my old self he through the dead heart on the ground and graved at her she screamed but it was music to his ears. he toke his knife and stabbed at her laughing like the joker as he felt the her body struggle and fall limp. he laughed darkly and  as he smeared her blood on his face and cloths. he ran from her house laughing louder and louder until he was screaming “she’s dead she’s dead”  the police men came and pointed there guns at him. he dropped his weapon knowing he had a way out when they toke him in. they graved him and he spit blood at them still laughing his head off they pushed him into the car and he laughed and smiled happily knowing before this ride was over he will have killed two more

the bump in the rug

i thought of that day two weeks ago that beast came in and almost got my leg the demon! it was so small but in a matter of seconds in was so huge it had stained my carpet a blood color but now it was rusty brown  i could never forget the bone chilling sound it made as it broke free from my carpet and the even worse sound as it moved under the carpet *stick stick scratch* i froze there was the sound that awful noise. well this was just great I'd just fixed my carpet i heard the screech that told me it was about to get how i graved the chair and through it at the bump in my carpet it made a whimper sound and then gone! did i win? i thought as the monster came out from under me and ripped of my leg blood splattered everywhere i screamed a horse hateful scream as it dug into my stomach and ate my guts light faded and i knew i was dead

my favorite story

my fsvorite story hmmmm there are so many that i really like but my favorite would have to be the orginal story of snow white. you see before disney got to it snow white was a scary story mst of the disney princess were but this one is my favorite

http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/type0709.html

 one of my other favorites would have to be The Vampire Origin Story its the love story that started it all!
http://www.gods-and-monsters.com/vampire-origin.html

my newest story

i thought of this in 7th grade when i was walking in the oppisite direction as everybody else looking for my bus but this is the first i've writen it all out. . ..

im walking. . . . .at first everyone is walking with me all my friends and family but soon people start to give up and turn around. i try to stop them i remind them of the great place beyond all this and the awful world behind us but most most dont listen to methey just keep walking back. some turn around and start walking with me again and some try to drag me down with them. they trip me and whisper evil things in my ears and use clever tricks to mess me up but i press on and i look sharp to make sure i dont step in a trap. soon there is no one walking with me i enter a fog and i feel alone and afraid. i wonder if i should turn back and join my friends. i dount myself but then sunshine the fog ends and i see others pressing on in there own journey to the great place beyond just like me. i smile knowing i've walked the road less traveled by and made it out happy healthy and best of all im not alone