Ok listen now I don't own Creepypasta ok.
-this is thinking
Killer!
Ch.1- My Life
Great just great my dad is drunk and my sister is locked in her room crying. Mom why did you have to die. Any my name is Alex Lawliet, Im 17, and I love horror stories, I have two different eyes one is purple and one red, my hair is black and has a nice hot pink streak in it. Heh my mom died when i was 14.
" Alex get your ass down here right fucking now" my dad screamed up the stairs. "ok dad im comming" I responded walking down stairs. When I got downstairs I felt a pain on my cheek. WTF ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT IS IT I HAVE HAD IT_I screamed in my head. Right after he slaped me I ran upstairs to my room and got a knife. When I found the knife I ran downstairs and looked at my dad. "did you come back down to say sorry" he said happily. "heh heh heh no but this is game over for you" after I said that I up to him and stabbed him and giggled. It was good until I turned around to see my sister holding a phone. "big sis why did you kill him" she said sounding very scared. "I had to he was hurting us" I responded. She started to dial 911. "sis Im calling 911 so prepa-" she couldn't finish that because my hand was through her chest. "I wont allow that little sister" I said frowning. I had her heart in my hand, my little sister's heart. I just stood there looking at it. When I was done looking at it I shoved it into a little baggy. I ran upstairs and got my sewing supplies and looked in the mirror and cut a smile on my face and sewed it back up. Then I cut my neck and coiled the cut down my arm and then sewed it back up, then cut my down to belly button and then sewed it back up, then I cut my legs then sewed it back together. When I finished I looked at myself in the mirror and chuckled. "heh heh heh I look so pretty" I said looking at myself in the mirror. I looked into my closet and pulled out some cloths and a bag. I changed into and white tank top that doesnt cover up my stomache, booty shorts, and thigh high purple and black striped socks, and a head band with a skull bow on it. When I packed up my stuff I grabbed the little bag with my sister's heart and left.
After a lot of walking I ended up at a abandonded house. I went inside, laid down and yawned. " Go To Sleep " my eyes shot open when i heared that. "heh heh heh But I Want To Play a Game" I said grabing my knife but I couldn't find it. Then out of no where someone grabbed my arm. I started to kick every where til I hit someone. "ow" he sounded like a guy. "let the fuck go of me right now" I told the guy. "hmmmm time for you to die" he said seeing what I look like "you look nice" he complemented me. "thanks and you look smexy with that smile" I told him. "hey you look like a creepypasta are you new at killing" he asked "yeah im a new creepypasta, I know who you are your the famous killer Jeff" I responded. "hey if your new you need to come with me " he said grabbing my arm and pulling me outside. "ok ok I coming, I can walk yo-" I stop feeling a pain in my leg "shit my leg" I said grabbing my leg. "heh heh heh wow let me help you" he said picking me up bridel style. "ok any way my name is umm" I said while thinking of a name. "oh yeah my name is Saiko" I said chuckling. Hmm I guess this is my new life.