beginning to walk.. no ... much more like run home to my aunt,

the sun made its way up the sky making the streets shine up with light making darkness fade slowly.

finally reaching the doorstep of my aunt trying to catch my breathe, once i was settled i took the key in my pocket and tried to not squeak a single noise.

the house was quiet, while walking to my room i passed the living room, what frightend me a bit was i saw aunt wick sitting in the craddle chair her back facing me, good. she's asleep.

i continued to walk quietly to my room then i was fidgeting with the door lock that gave me a hard time, OH OF ALL DAYS YOU HAD TO... WHY NOW?!!!

once it clicked open relief filled my body as i began to push open my door that created a creaky noise.

I then heard an old hag's voice clearing her voice in my back, i turned to look at where it came from only to meet a pair of dark deep eye bags .

"Well good morning to you redelia.." she looked at me dead meat.

"uh... uhm... oh! Uh.. Good Morning Aunt wick!" i yawned stretching my arms up and messing my hair pretending to have just woken up.

"don't you--" before she could continue on her eyes went wide looking at my polo shirt.

"aunt wick? what's wrong--" i looked over at my polo shirt forgetting that i just went on a killing hunt, with blood still stained all over my clothes.

well then.. you fucked up again redelia sanderson...

"Oh my..." her expression changes from pittyed scared to raging dragon madness. "JESUS CHRIST REDELIA, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" she started.

"Okay.. aunt, calm down, let me just--" she cut me off.

"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME YOU JUST KILLED SOMEONE?"

"I'll be honest with you okay? yes i-" She cut me off again.. fuck this.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?"

"would you just--" this old hag...

"JUST IMAGINE WHAT WOULD YOUR PARENTS SAY TO YOU"

"aunt please just hear me ou--"

"YOU FILTHY LIVING THING, YOUR SUCH A DISGRACE, WHAT WOULD YOUR FATHER SAY TO YOU IF HE SEES THIS?"

"aunt wick.." i gritted my teeth closing my hand to a fist as she continues on.

"THEY WOULD BE SO DISAPPOINTED TO YOU, FOR ALL I KNOW IS YOUR AN AWFUL ACCIDENT--" fuck im over with her shit.

"When did you ever care?" i asked cutting HER off this time.

"THEY WOULD ALWAYS- exuse me?" she questioned

"you heard me," i spat as she shutted her mouth in silence.

"have you ever asked how i felt? all you cared about is how i act, you never knew how i feel nor how is my condition.... Never." i glared as she stood there dumbfounded

"Redelia, don't you see? you just killed someone, and if your parents saw this--" her act went soft

"their already dead. stop using them for useless reasons, you never wanted me here anyways right? you just wanted me here for my family's career, the money, the perfection. don't you? after all your just a friend of my mom, your no family. I'll just inform you that nothing is perfect when it comes to our family, and nothing is at all. you don't know a single shit that happend to us, all you know is their dead and your expecting that all respect and humblness goes to you? pshhh.. like i said, Your just a friend of my mom. nothing more than that. and money? i handle it now, so i can do what i want. and my decision is, leaving this cruel house of yours, with an awful skill of cooking.... with someone who is very old that i suppose is a hag.." i finally said what i wanted for a long ass time, she then switched to a mad women then to a cry baby shit.

"Redeli.. no.. listen Red dear, im sorry.. im wrong and no i don't want any of that.. its because i care.. its because-"

"ENOUGH WITH YOUR REASONS AND LIES" i screamed at her awful act of crying face.

"Im done. im sorry aunt" i showed sorrow in my eyes for seconds, before her expression changed again.

"Fine then. get out of my house. don't come back, i don't need your family's shit when you already are being an awful shit, you filthy slutted whore" she spat no more tears falling replaced with anger and irritation.

"Gladly" i bowed stepping in the room closing it shut and beginning to pack up.

i opend the tv which was in some random news channel, just because i felt like it, last time i opend tv's was when my parents was still alive.. god.. i started packing and someting interrupted.

"Breaking News.. today at this moment in Cherry Blossom Street...."

that's the street where i currently live with Uncle Drake and Aunt Flora..

i stopped packing for a moment turning my attention to the Television and Higherd the volume.

"..yes, this has happend just a few minutes ago, another attack has occurred in our beloved town by the famous killer known as 'Jeff The Killer'".

my eyes grew wide in fear and shock as this 'Jeff The killer' is really true..
and i just saw him.. right before my eyes.. just a couple hours back..

"Today has been very different from his last kills, for this time he had write a large letter using the victim's blood as ink, here are some of what we had get"

and with that they showed a video of the victim's room wall

'Beware of Creepypasta' it wrote. and under it was a sign.. an x over the top of a circle.

"Citizen, although we don't know what is this 'Creppypasta' is, we warn you all to stay safe in houses or outdoors, we sure don't know why their doing this, but its better to be safe.. with this killer sprees happening often, what would be becoming to our city? This is Arron Rad reporting, Back to Studio."

"Thank you very much Arron, moving on to our next news.."

i resumed back to packing trying to shove away what i saw on the news and what i saw earlier.

i looked at my boot seeing the chain still there, as i pulled it out gently taking the protector off once more.

i waved it around a bit pretending to slice someone up.

"Hey kid are you done?" aunt wick banged the door.

"Just a minute" i replied and heard footsteps fading away, i still managed to hear her mutter 'whore'

i layed the knife on the bed and continued packing the rest of my clothes and chaging mines aswell.

i took my back pack and kept my knife back in the boot now without the protector. taking everything i needed walking past that hag in the living room not a word said, i opend the knob ready to take a step out

"Good luck out there kid, Since your god parents aren't gonna be back.. for awhile.." she smiled wickedly. my eyes widen, aunt Flora and Uncle drake never informed this hag anything about them leaving.

"what are you talking about" i turned to her clenching my fist.

"Oh nothing, they just won't be back for a loooooong while" she smiled

"what did you do" she did something. i know she did.

she walked over to me with that grinning smile as i glared daggers back at her. she went close and whispered to my ear.

"Their. Dead." she spoke words hitting me hard, water in my eyes began forming one by one falling out my eyes.

"they.. thay can't be.." i cracked falling to my knees bringing my hand to my mouth slowly sobbing.

"its okay, im here for you...its gonna be okay" aunt wick hugged me craddling and comforting me.

i smelled her awful scent and stopped sobbing....no. she planned this. she did. i can't let her pass this.

"from now on.. i will take care of you redel.. Red.. I'll take care of you.. " she rubbed circles in my back and stroked my hair, i can feel her smiling and grinning."now lets bring your stuff back to your room shall we--" she pulled my bag

"dont touch me" i pushed her away

"why..." she cracked her eyes forming water

"you did it didn't you" i gritted my teeth walking over to her dropping my back pack to the floor. she stood up that sick smile still on her face. Seriously? What's with them smiling so shitty? There was a long pause of silence before she answerd.

"yes, now you can't do anything about it, but to stay with me" she grabbed my arm pulling me back inside her house.

"no" i pulled out the knife in my boot pointing it in her throat.

"let go" i spoke glaring at her eyes, somehow i felt my eyes change color, but i didn't mind the warm hit. she then froze and let go..we stood their quiet for a moment till i coughed and that seemed to interrupt her as she came back to reality.

"how did you" she looked at her hand seeing my arm gone in her hold.

"Now tell me. what did you do to them"

"n-nothing" she stutterd..she fucking stutterd.

"lies." i spoke calmly before stabbing her right shoulder.

"Red.. h-how ... could you..." she cried in pain and spoke between heavy breathes as she fell to the now red stained carpet.

"tell. me. before you rot in hell. you old stupid hag." i spat still staring at her.

"i.. im.. sorry.. i.. k-killed them.. s-so that you could stay here.. I'm sorry im sorry im sorry.. don't kill me.. please" she pleaded tugging at my shirt crying for life. Great. Now.my shirt is all stained .. AGAIN.
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hy do i feel so excited when people always pleded for dear life? ever since i killed those slutty bitches on that stupid survival game thingy.

"oh my.... aunt.. im so sorry.." i pretended to cover my mouth in shock

"Its okay red.. now please.. call 911"

i crotched down "alright, but before that could you promise me one last thing?" I tilted my head.

"anything sweetie, no curfew? delicious meals? anything sweetie, just don't kill me.." i dragged my knife in her throat before pulling it up to her chin to face me.

" Don't wake up " i smiled before pushing the knife down her throat.

blood sprinted out and i walked over the door taking my bag, giving on last look to the now lifeless body of my wicked aunt. until something gave me an idea. i went back, dipped my knife to the puddle of blood.

and wrote in the wall
" Don't wake up "

i smiled at the work of art, blood trickling down making a fine art graffiti.

i left that house no trace or clue.

i walked towards the forest not from afar and layed down on the grass. And sighed.

What now?...