Weeping alone cries the young human boy. A patch across his face covering his right eye. 'How... How could this happen,' he thought. He looked at his scarred and burnt hands. He heard the front door close. His parents have left. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a small steak knife and laid his wrist on the counter. He didn't care what his parents would think. He watched as crimson dripped from where the knife came contact to his skin.
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07 Sep, 2013, 5:00 am
After a few minutes of crying in the kitchen the young human went to his room. He looked in his mirror and took off the bandage, looking at the hollow blackness where a bright blue eye should've been. Looking to his left he saw a drama mask his mom gave him when he was younger. He put it in place and tied the strings together. He wiped his moist hand on his mask and grabbed the knife again. He left his house, and walked into the forest. He would never be the same.
07 Sep, 2013, 2:19 pm
Good, cause I LOOOOOVE making up 'horror' stories like this! I JUST CAN'T STAAAAAHP!!