AN-So this is my new story and I'm going to finish Diary of a Killer and C.P. later on when I find that flash drive I talked about on my profile. I'm sorry if it sucks and also in the prologue which is what you are about to read I had really tired to set up a little background knowledge about Jessie Lily Killer and about what is going on in her life before and after. I hope you enjoy and on with the story.
Prologue~
My parents had always hated me, for what reason I don't really know. My mother being a woman who, "worked the streets", and came home high on drugs. My father he was an alcoholic, a really bad one and he would come home with a woman under his shoulder, my mother never paying enough attention to notice. Every time he brought another woman home they would come and make fun of my average body and when I talked back to them I would get a beating from him while she just laugh. My mother liked to sometimes bring home some of her, "guy friends", and she would allow them to do whatever they wanted to do to me and she would just watch while drinking wine. I never told my sister or any of my friends because nothing would change, because they just don't understand what is happening.
The world ended on a rainy Monday and it was also my birthday. The school bell rang out and kids rushed out of the building and I walked slowly just like I always did. When I arrived at the doors I leave the school through I didn't open them I just stood there stunned at what I saw. Kids and parents were screaming and running away from zombies who were trying to eat their flesh and as I watched a smile made its way across my lips. I shouldn't be smiling I always told myself, but I couldn't help it, I always was dreaming for the world to end this way and it finally did. My friends, my peers, my teachers, my principals, my family everyone I knew were dying in front of me and around me and I smiled that's just how sick I was back then. Though some could argue about how if I was sick or if I was human yet they shouldn't, I wasn't worth it after all.
When I died it was quick and practically pain-less since I didn't get bit or scratched, I just killed myself. I had slit my wrists, my ankles, and my neck and died choking on my own blood. At first it was like falling through my life re-watching everything that has happened in my life and I fell on the ground. I had looked around to a burning red to my right and burning white to my left. I choose the white to my left and soon awoke as a walker, but different. I looked around to see a group of people and they were staring at me very happy and it made me wonder why they were and who are they. The one question that wouldn't just leave my mind was how can I even be alive.
AAN-Well thank you for taking time out of your day to read this. Also, bleeders if you do have any new ideas for me just PM me and I'll write it. Well 'till next my bleeders.