Hello,my name is...well might as well not tell you because...ummm reasons. But I'll give you a name that's not really, mine but you can name me by that name the names one eyed Johnny. Well they call me that because of my eye well my left eye *bangs desk* sorry *twitches*. Sorry my left eye....is broken I mean not broken that I'm not blind but, my right eye is pure blue and my family. Has all blue eyes even my grand parents but I'm the one with, the broken eye they call me a disgrace horrible things.
That make me stay home and not go on relationships or even go to work, only my dad and mom and we'll practicaly. My whole family goes to work but I stay home cleaning the house or etc whatever, but the eye bothers me everytime. I look in the mirror like no one loves me, *sighs* well that's a good thing I keep my victims down stairs in the basement that are still alive. I try to find the right one for me bit when none of the are found I well make my victims bleed slowly. Ohhh very very slowly I lick the tears off there face and the begging for mercy before I get the spoon, and desperately and frantically dig the spoon in making there eyes come out like scooping ice cream.
After that I get my rusty body scissors that can barely cut and I try as hard but the sockets are like construction paper when you cut into it to hard but it just folds and then the scissors get stuck between the eye sockets ohh when they cry how they cry
It's just so beautiful I keep as a collection and I eat them when I starve. well that's all I got for this story and remember close your closet door and check under your bed and also, always check you back because I will probably have your eyes when you sleep Goodnight. :)
