Having to watch my dearest brother burnt to a crisp was very difficult for me. The blood that poured from his agape mouth; his bright ivories lying on a rusted metal tray beside him. Even if I wasn't bound to that damn chair, I doubt I would have been able to save him. That bitch. That fucking bitch, Megan. It was all her fault... and mine for giving her my trust... the trust in her to keep my brother from his depressive thoughts. Tyler was manipulated and I watched it happen. I let it happen. This is all my fault. I should have warned him when I had the chance, we should've just turned around and gone home.
"Poor, naive brother, I wish I could turn back the clocks and save your existence. Is there any way I could avenge you?" I whisper out into the darkness of my bedroom. No response. What did I expect anyway? He's gone. Forever, he abandoned you. I shook my head in disbelief, covering my head with the old blue comforter that lay on my bed. "It wasn't your time..." I sigh, blinking hard. Thoughts and scenarios swarmed my head, when suddenly a deep voice broke the chain. "Revenge." It whispered down my neck; leaving a trail of goosebumps.
I nodded slowly; in a zombie like state. "Now I know what I must do..."
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Her Precious Ivories (A Creepypasta Tale)
FanfictionGrowing up with a peculiar infatuation with teeth, said girl, carries a locket around her neck holding her last baby tooth. Due to her brother being murdered, she seeks revenge on those who killed him. Collecting their teeth and burning their corpse...
