Bloody painter vs me

Day

Death
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My pov

I was walking down a dirt road,my parents were fighting once again and I hate being a nuisance so I decided to keep it to myself.

I never understood why but if you think about it life is shit at least for me I never like seeing people sad but do nothing to help me get better. I always tell people to work on their art skills but failed to make myself feel better. I do nothing to help me but suffer when other people are the least bit sad,mad,or annoyed.

As I walked I heard foot steps behind me,it was a man in a blue painters suit he had a mask on paper maybe? He had messy black hair and what caught my attention was a knife, "don't be excited about tommorow,there will be no tommorow" he had told me I looked at him as I made no attempt to run or scream I just looked at him with one single thought in my head.

"Will you kill me?" I asked 99% sure that he was going to end me.
He seemed a bit shocked as he moved his mask to expose him face. "You are asking me to kill you?" He said as I nodded slowly.
"Look life sucks you have a knife do it please" I pleaded tears going down my pale cheeks. "Tell me why then I'll answer." He had said strictly. "I have mental problems,and nobody to care about or for the fact for! I can not do anything right I'm nothing but a nuisance!" I screamed tears swelling in the turning all around my eyes pink.

He walked over as he held his knife about to slice my throat open. "Can you make it look like a struggle happened? I had asked
Hopefully "what do you mean?" He asked "ya'know like I got a good punch in and stuff like that and also draw me with my own blood please" I said all he did was nod as he kissed my for head and quickly sliced my throat killing me at last.

When he got back everyone looked at him in amazment "how  fucked you up Helen?" Jeff asked as Helen gave him the finger. "A 14 yr old she got some good hits Helen said as he headed to his room he sat down as he looked in the mirror and smiled

What I "did" to him