God help my soul, it is corrupted...
There was a girl that was always remembered, even after her disappearance the day a boy was murdered. This girl was once an innocent girl, always the smart and friendly one with a fair amount of friends. That was until HE came to school, a boy that was her age with brown hair and a red hoodie, which was always on. He was nice to his friends and a few acquaintances but he was mean to the rest, she being treated the worst. He would always mock her, tease her and insult her each and every day but she usually ignored. That's what it looked like to everyone, but she was on the verge of anger and hysteria.
It has taken me away, leaving only a dark shadow of my former self...
Her room, what once was her sanctuary of happiness became her dungeon of hatred and despair. What was once green soon became black, yellow became grey, and blue became the crimson color of blood. Her notebook had quickly written words, practically screaming' KILL HIMNOW!'and drawings of the boy being stabbed, shot, and slashed scattered the wall. She was sitting on her bed, her eyes closed out of saddness, and stayed silent for 5 minutes before she started chanting quietly." Please dear King of Oblivion, of Hell, take my soul as yours and allow me to kill which who I despise. Allow me to be the bring of death to evil as so their souls fall to you." After a minute of stillness, a warm wind hit her in the face, making her give a forever fanged smile.
It will kill you inside and out if you aren't careful. Don't go to make my fate yours too...
A smile was spreaded across her face that day as she walked to her school. Her blouse and skirt that held many bright colors were now a shirt and jeans that were colored from the depths of Hell. Her long blonde hair was no more but a dream to her as her hair was the color of ebony and was made to a long pixie cut. She tugged slightly on her right boot, trying to conceal the knife inside it, the knife that was made specifically for the deed.
She only kills for one reason, so those who have suffered don't have to become like her...
Her running footsteps echoed off the walls of the alley, chasing her victim with her fanged smile on her face. He was trapped, she made sure he was, in that alley due to the dead end. He was shaking in fright as she stepped forward slowly, her gleaming knife in her hand. Her smile turned into a murderous grin as her eyes glowed scarlet. The boy kept saying with tears in his eyes." I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." So many times. The grin had stayed, the pleads meaning nothing to her anymore. The demon had already told her that his time had come and she wasn't going to back down, he deserved to die. She pounced onto him with a blood thirsty look in her eyes, slitting his throat. There was no scream that followed, no struggle, just a corpse and blood that would of been found. All that was left from the girl was a message written in blood, saying.' I am Morfesiva!'
I am trapped, left to see the carnage from myself. I am Morfesiva...and you better watch out.
Hello my friends. I decided to make a creepypasta, and it was fueled by my anger at a certain someone. Meilza and Lanaya, you two know who I'm talking about. Anyway R&R!