I killed them. I killed them all and now I'm on the run. I was in the forest ,walking deeper into the forest. I stopped and started laughing hysterically. My knee-length black hair fell off my shoulders. Why did I do it? you may ask. I was so sick and tired of people saying I'm not capable of anything except screwing people. So I decided to kill people. I stabbed them. And beat them. I loved every second.
I wasn't crazy, I was just a little fucked up in the brain.
My name is Areana and I'm 17 years old. And I killed 12 people.
I started laughing hysterically to myself again.
But I was getting tired so I might as well find somewhere to stay. I still had the knife with me.
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Teen FictionAreana has been on the run for weeks, not being able to find sanctuary. She was on the run for murdering 12 people in their home. She was crazy, so what? She got it from her father. When she makes someone help her so she didn't get caught (she threa...
