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~*~*~*~ Droplets of Blood ~*~*~*~
Dana sat in her bathtub, filled with her blood. She stared blankly at the red liquid, filling the emptiness of her spirit. She brought her arm up where she traced the cuts and bruises from the knife she used to end her life, then her fingertips moved up to her face, where she felt the skin slightly decaying.
Dana stood up, letting the blood run from her body. She wanted to cut herself more, finish her face-lift, but she couldn't find her razor. She wanted to cut away the laughing of her boyfriends. That harsh laughing that would always be followed by a smack to her face. Dana brought her hands to her ears to deafen the laughter.
"STOP IT!" she screamed, only to be replied with her echo from the empty bathroom.
The laughter in her head stopped but she heard someone from the house laughing. She went to investigate. Down the stair and outside she went. Cars lined up by her house, people with guns, and a box were in the lawn. Dana ran back inside, some how she didn't like them, she sensed something was off
There here to make fun of my ugliness
Dana ran into the kitchen, maybe her mother left the knife out. Dana cursed the fact she couldn't get into draws, or open cabinets.
That's where the fuckin knives are
A light seemed to shine down in the sink. There it was a fillet knife, it was dirty, but who honestly gave a shit. She was about to slice the skin of her forearm, when the door was slammed against the wall, and the people with guns moved in.
STOP! Get away, you little fuckers, get away from me!
The men moved in towards Dana, and she charged, she swung the knife in arches, the silver blade cutting, slashing and ripping human flesh. Blood stained the carpet, and flew on the walls. The men were now retreating. She wanted to show them never to come near her again, to leave her alone, so she followed them outside. One man turned on his heel, and shot her in the shoulder. Naughty, naughty, now you have to pay for that. Dana followed him, Somehow he couldn't move. His eyes filled with terror as he saw the disgruntled ghost closing in on him. Dana stabbed his throat first, where his scream would have come from, only it was muffled by the sound of gurgling blood. Dana didn't know where she was stabbing him, but he was already long dead, before her arm grew sore from the rhythmic movements. Satisfied with her work, she went to return home.
Only she couldn't
She was in the stupid box. But it didn't matter to her, she was alone now..with the knife
~*~*~*~
okay. Did you like it? It was my first fanfic for 13 ghosts. I don't know if I got the facts straight, please r&r
~*~*~*~ Droplets of Blood ~*~*~*~
Dana sat in her bathtub, filled with her blood. She stared blankly at the red liquid, filling the emptiness of her spirit. She brought her arm up where she traced the cuts and bruises from the knife she used to end her life, then her fingertips moved up to her face, where she felt the skin slightly decaying.
Dana stood up, letting the blood run from her body. She wanted to cut herself more, finish her face-lift, but she couldn't find her razor. She wanted to cut away the laughing of her boyfriends. That harsh laughing that would always be followed by a smack to her face. Dana brought her hands to her ears to deafen the laughter.
"STOP IT!" she screamed, only to be replied with her echo from the empty bathroom.
The laughter in her head stopped but she heard someone from the house laughing. She went to investigate. Down the stair and outside she went. Cars lined up by her house, people with guns, and a box were in the lawn. Dana ran back inside, some how she didn't like them, she sensed something was off
There here to make fun of my ugliness
Dana ran into the kitchen, maybe her mother left the knife out. Dana cursed the fact she couldn't get into draws, or open cabinets.
That's where the fuckin knives are
A light seemed to shine down in the sink. There it was a fillet knife, it was dirty, but who honestly gave a shit. She was about to slice the skin of her forearm, when the door was slammed against the wall, and the people with guns moved in.
STOP! Get away, you little fuckers, get away from me!
The men moved in towards Dana, and she charged, she swung the knife in arches, the silver blade cutting, slashing and ripping human flesh. Blood stained the carpet, and flew on the walls. The men were now retreating. She wanted to show them never to come near her again, to leave her alone, so she followed them outside. One man turned on his heel, and shot her in the shoulder. Naughty, naughty, now you have to pay for that. Dana followed him, Somehow he couldn't move. His eyes filled with terror as he saw the disgruntled ghost closing in on him. Dana stabbed his throat first, where his scream would have come from, only it was muffled by the sound of gurgling blood. Dana didn't know where she was stabbing him, but he was already long dead, before her arm grew sore from the rhythmic movements. Satisfied with her work, she went to return home.
Only she couldn't
She was in the stupid box. But it didn't matter to her, she was alone now..with the knife
~*~*~*~
okay. Did you like it? It was my first fanfic for 13 ghosts. I don't know if I got the facts straight, please r&r