Note: Okay. This is a story. Not just a one-shot people, but an actual story. Don’t know where this is going to lead, but I’ll do my best. Figured one-shots were going to lead to people killing me for more so yeah! Here it is…

Chapter I

The raindrops dripped slowly down my face. I didn’t know whether it was the rain or my own tears. My mind was in a daze. The lights on the street looked like floating spheres and buildings around me were monstrous and huge. People ran around trying to get out of the rain. The sudden outpour had children, adults, and the elderly scrambling for shelter. Cars turned on their headlights and blinded those near them.

I stood and watched.

My jeans were soaked and weighed more than they actually were. My black laced top was wet and seemed limp. One spaghetti strap lay forlorn, looping my arm instead of my shoulder. My hair was strewn in bits like a dirty matted dog. I was a wreck, yet I didn’t care.

Crash!

A cars nearby had an accident and the fire was consuming. It wouldn’t stop even with the rain. The fire wouldn’t leave just like the hurt in my heart. With everything thrown my way, I thought I could take it. I thought wrong.

I felt broken, like a doll.

He said I was like a doll, that I was worthless. I despised him. When he took me, I lost everything. My screams were heard on deaf ears. Purity broken and barriers went down. I remember the dull ache and the darkness.

I close my eyes.

There was so much blood. It was enough to coat my whole body. Wine-like substance marked the walls and turned the wonderful green carpet into purple. I could still hear his laughter ringing in my ears. His smirks when he looked down at me or leer on my body, my broken heap of a body.

A tear escaped my eye. I felt it. No…I wouldn’t cry. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I’ll kill him before I would beg or remain broken. True, I looked broken now…but I wouldn’t be. I’d get stronger and kill him.

I quit standing there and walked on from the chaos. There was no use for me to just stand there looking helpless. I don’t need pity. I don’t need their reckless love.

I see it now.

I was always alone and I’ll continue being alone.

How I despise the filth in this world…this ugly dirty world. I would purge the world.

I clutched the knife and I could feel it cutting into my skin. I smiled and I my eyes turned cold. The blood dripped and that was my oath to myself. I passed by the old rickety streets of downtown and passed by a group of men.

“Hey sweet cheeks.” Commented the dirty blonde guy and he smirked. “How about you come with me and we’ll spend a hot night?”

It disgusted me. I gave him my utter disdain with a look of my own.

“Hey hey…don’t look at me that way.” He said as he pushed me to the wall. His group of lackeys laughed, crowded around me, and I could see the utter lust in their eyes.

I smiled at them with a smile of my own.

I let them kiss me. Their kisses were rough, harsh, and lustful. There was no love lost. I let them tear the straps off my top, but when they got to my jeans, I slashed the blonde right on the neck. I watched him sputter with delight. I slashed at him some more and more until he was pretty with red ribbons. I vaguely felt the hands and the slaps that were coming from the other men. My empty pools called eyes were all focused on slashing him and making him pretty.

I slashed him until he was pretty. Then I stabbed the knife into his stomach and twisted it. I could watch the silent scream that escaped his throat. I laughed. He looks like a stupid little fish, I thought. I wasn’t finished with him but I didn’t want to scare the other men off. So I turned and I was smacked into the floor.

Bitch!

You slut!

Whore!

My pupils dilated when I heard these comments about me. It was what he said. I screamed and I stabbed until I was coated with thick rivers of blood. I didn’t care who I stabbed. I wanted them to purge. They had to be redeemed. Their blood would mark a new period in my life.

I stopped and saw them all lying around on the floor, their eyes wide open.

I smiled and took a step forward. I slashed at the dirty little brunette boy-toy. I slashed and slashed until it almost depleted him of his life essence. Pretty, I thought. I focused on the others and did the exact thing. I saw a pipe and I thought up a brilliant idea.

I carved a dirty blonde boy’s body in half and I saw his slimy intestines and I quickly wrapped it around the pipe. Too bad he’s not alive. I squealed in happiness as I saw the thick and dirty intestines coat the pipe with blood. I twisted and twisted. I did that to the other men too.

I then stared at their lovely broken bodies and I looked at one of the sleaze balls eyes. He had lovely eyes. They were a nice shade of chocolate brown and they looked good enough to eat. I slowly drew my hands toward the eye and when I pierced it I could feel the juices flow and I plucked it out. I would keep it as a memoir of these dirty little men and my rebirth.

I am happy.

I am delirious and strong.

After I finished the job, I admired it. All five men were lying on the ground. Their intestines wrapped around a pipe like a big bow and the ribbons were lovely to look at. I looked and then slowly…

I smiled.

My smile turned into a full fledged grin and then I couldn’t contain it anymore. I laughed and laughed and laughed…

And laughed…

And laughed…

I couldn’t stop and I didn’t want to either.

To be continued…

Authoress: I hope you like it and that you don’t have a weak stomach. I’m ecstatic that you read it. Happy reading people!