Hello there, Lead here.
I am currently on my phone, writing this story, just because, why not!
Anyways, nice to meet you all!
( well this is akward)
Before I actually start this small story, I'm gonna say this real quick... This is gonna be a little spoiler for the next story I make, which will be,
Aight then, imma go now so you be comfortable now! ; D
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–Hah...Hah...
Is this how I die?
Why? What did I do to deserve this?
As I watch my best friend plunge a knife into my guts, I felt horrible, horrible on how she looked so dead inside, so horrible that I felt pity on her.
I cough up blood. It felt too surreal.
...
–I... can't... l-let you stay a-alive... anymore.
A sudden feeling of despair rises in me.
–I don't wan-
–SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP
While she interrupts my dying call, she starts to smile... sadistically. When she stops screaming,
I see a tint of sadness in her green (with a mix of yellow), dead eyes.
–You see... I don't want you to leave me...
E v e r... and so...
The blood covered little girl with chestnut hair scattered across her face, suddenly departs the blade sticking in my innards, blood spurting out as it leaves out of my body.
I fall to the earth, I thought, why? Why her? Why does it have to be her? I don't want to end up like this!
Then, with a shaky voice, she said.
-I can't h-have you escaping, s-so you don't n-need your l-legs...
Right after she says that, I stop feeling my legs, the smell of iron permeates into my nose. While my body is stuck down due to gravity, I can feel warm liquid soaking into my white shirt .
–N-now, I need to remove your h-hands too, s-so that you can't hit me while I caress you...
–WAIT! STOP! I-
Now, the connection between my brain to my hands has vanished into thin air. I try to stay calm, trying not to scream.
–A-actually, I should remove your arms, so that you won't struggle when I try to hug you.
And there goes my arms, shoulder and all...
By now, shouldn't I be dead by blood loss? So then, why am I still alive?!
She stops stuttering while talking, sounding more confident as she utters out more words of negativity.
–Wait... Please listen... to me...
I say in a pleading voice, but there seems to be no effect.
–I am going to cut off your tongue, I don't want to hear you curse me as I take care of you.
With that, I can't speak anymore, now I can't convey anymore words to say that I-
–STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES!
She, suprisingly fast, slashed across my face, spilling blood onto my peepers. Right now, any sense of pain is being numbed by the amout of mental depression/stress pouring onto me.
Then I hear her say this.
–Don't look at me as I am some type of serial killer, I didn't want to do this, but, I have to take your eyes out.
Everthing goes dark, my mind starts to blank. Then, something inside me broke, I had so many things I wanted to do! Why is she doing this? Even after all the things I did for her!
She continues to dissect my body, by now, my sense of touch has disappeared along with my sense of smell. All that I have left is my hearing.
–You hate me, I know it, so I won't let you hear my voice anymore.
Knowing what this implies, a sudden ringing is blasted onto my functioning brain. It won't stop!
...
After a while, the ringing stops, even with all my senses deprived of my being, I still feel my heart pulsating, I know that I already said this, but why am I not dead? Is this a nightmare?
No, this is reality and I have to suck up to it.
As I look into the void, the void looks back at me, piercing my broken down mind, I can't afford to think. I know that as soon as my heart stops, I die, so I patiently wait for it to happen.
...
Then the world was covered in curses...
Fin.
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Hey there, it's Lead again, btw, this is my first time writing a story and publishing it out like this to the entire internet to see, so I feel really happy about this.
If you have any tips or tricks for me to make my stories more interesting, or point out grammatical errors and the such, please feel free to speak your mind out in the comments!
Also, it will be rare but... I WILL not be taking suggestions from other people to change the stories which I make, or make any future changes to their liking.
But If i feel destressed, I might just ask for y'all help.
Anyways, Good bye!