What A Family Feels Like

7 Years Old

~Tuesday, July 31, 2008~

~1:33 pm~

Today is the day I've been planning for three years. 

My first massacre.

I was staging it as a revenge for all the shit that happened to me because of them.

Hell, I almost got raped 12 times!

It was "playtime" for them. They were playing ball games, patty cake, jump rope, you name it, it was there. But I want to make a riot. The knife that the girl named Rachel used to stab my wrist shined in the sunlight. The smirk on my face turned into an insane smile. My first victim is Gina. I need to put her out of her misery. I stealthily walk behind her and stab her neck while covering her mouth after she came from the water fountain. 

Her blood stains my uniform and I feel my sanity slowly dripping away.

She screamed for help,

But nobody came.

~2:33 pm~

Covered head to toe in blood, my shoes leave behind bloody footprints. I walk out of the orphanage, kicking dead bodies out of my way. 

Why would anyone want a killer like me? Well, other than the Creepypastas. But, oh who am I kidding, they probably don't even exist. However, it would be wonderful if they did. I sing,

I see the sweat is dripping

That's because you know just what I'm thinking

Don't look back it's me who follows

And there ain't nothing from me you can borrow

You like to hide behind lies

But we see through your disguise

It's not a threat or a curse

Just a proper verse

I'm gonna make you let go

Of what you tried to withhold

And I can promise it won't be long

Yes I can promise

Boy, you better pray

We don't seek you out, no

You better pray

You think the war is over

I've only shown you the tip of the iceberg

And you rely upon your lawyers

But at night when you sleep does it bother you?

You like to hide behind lies

But we see through your disguise

It's not a threat or a curse

Just a proper verse

I'm gonna make you let go

Of what you tried to withhold

And I can promise it won't be long

Yes I can promise

Boy, you better pray

We don't seek you out, no

You better hope

We might lose control, no

Is this good enough for you man?

Boy, you better pray

We don't seek you out, no

You better hope

We might lose control, no