Putting my creepypasta here for people that don't feel like clicking my link,,
(Tw for mentions of guts, gore, blood, vomit. Graphic stuff. Everything in this story is fictional)
Today was a day like any other. Gabriel woke up with a groan, the sunlight beaming through the curtains straight at his face bothered him, so he rolled over. For a moment he just stared at the wall he was facing, until he let out a soft exhale and sat up in bed, stretching his arms above his head. Feeling groggy as he came back to his senses, his first decision was to turn his head to look at the clock on his bedside table. 07:08 AM, is what the digital clock read.
Too early for Gabriel, given that it was Sunday, but he got out of bed nonetheless, giving his limbs a brief stretch to get rid of the soreness. He didn't bother much with changing his sleep clothes. Given that he slept in only his underwear and a shirt, he just threw on some pants.
Gabriel peeked out of his room into the hallway, the house was quiet, save for the occasional creaks and groans of the wooden floor boards and the soft hum of the fridge downstairs. After a little while of him making sure no one else was up and about, he quietly made his way to the bathroom, his eyes glancing around the dimly lit hallway at the various paintings and photos hung on the walls.
Once Gabriel was in the bathroom, he shut the door behind him and looked at himself in the mirror, a hand on the rim of the sink to support his weight as he leaned in and grinned, looking at his crooked teeth and the missing molar in the top back. He hated them, but apparently that hate wasn't worth the fear of going to the dentist. He's 17 for christs sake, but he's still a pussy.
Gabriel shook his head and pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, grabbing the toothbrush and the toothpaste. He brushed his teeth sloppily, not really bothering with it. Once he was done he spat into the sink, gathering some of the tap water into his hands to rinse his mouth out. He turned off the tap and looked into the mirror once more, furrowing his eyebrows.
Gabriel looked at his round, dark green eyes, his messy, unkempt ashy blonde hair that went to his shoulders, the subtle pimples on his face, the subtle bags under his eyes, his somewhat of a baby face, the barely noticeable hairs on his upper lip, his greek nose, his tanned skin, his narrow shoulders and slim figure. His clothes hung off of his frame.
A mess, but he didn't bother to fix anything about his appearance. "Whatever.." he mumbled under his breath to no one in particular as he left the bathroom, turning off the lights. He wasn't really hungry at the moment, the thought of eating food, oddly, made his stomach churn instead.
He returned back to his room, grabbing his phone off the nightstand, then turning to his closet to fish out that good old scarf he wears any time he goes out in public. It doesn't matter if it's cold or hot, he just.. He doesn't particularly want anyone looking at his teeth when he's talking to someone. Gabriel checks his phone to see how much time has passed, 07:39 AM.
He let out a loud exhale through his nose and put his phone into his pocket. Gabriel quietly headed out of his room, through the hall and downstairs, trying to minimize the noise as much as possible to avoid waking anyone up. He put on his shoes and fumbled with the house keys, closing the door behind him the moment he stepped outside.
The fresh air of the early morning hit him, which made Gabriel take in a deep breath to enjoy it. It's a little cold, but he'll manage. He walked down the street, having no particular goal in mind. He's just wandering, so far. Gabriel's eyes roamed over the houses, the parked cars and the trees planted around. It's fairly quiet, save for the sounds of faint wildlife and the exception of a few people passing by.
A faint smile tugged on his lips as he watched a few birds come a little closer to him with curiousity, though soon getting spooked and flying away into the trees. He loves birds.
After a few minutes of walking, Gabriel nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of a loud thud coming from somewhere nearby. Gabriel stopped in his tracks as he turned towards the source of the sound, seeing that it was his neighbor, Richard, attempting to fix something in his car. He's known as a very nice guy in this neighborhood, always donating to people in need and helping out.
Gabriel himself liked Richard, but lately he noticed the man has been acting odd, awake at ungodly hours, sometimes hearing strange noises from the neighbor's house when Gabriel is awake late at night. Anywho, he decided to at least greet the man.
"Hey Richard!" Gabriel calls out enthusiastically, waving his hand at the neighbor with a small grin on his face.
Richard looks up from his work towards Gabriel, putting on a smile for the young man. It doesn't feel as heartwarming as it used to. "Hey Gabriel." He beckoned Gabriel to come closer with a motion of his hand.
Gabriel didn't really hesitate and jogged over, his eyes briefly roaming over the car. It's quite old and a little beaten up, but with a little fix the thing still runs. "Do you need help or something?" Gabe asks, stuffing his hands into his pocket as he avoids the man's gaze. He's always been a little shy.
Richard just smiles wider at Gabe, shaking his head. "No, I'm fine doing this on my own. Just wanted to speak to ya more clearly." He fixes his posture as he talks. Oil and dirt stick to his clothes and skin, making it clear he's been trying to fix this car for at least a few minutes. "What are you doing up so early, huh?" The older man asks Gabriel, his gaze briefly sweeping over him.
Gabriel turns his own gaze back to Richard, raising his eyebrows at his question. "Well I.. Uhm.." He thought for a moment, "just wanted to go on a walk... Nothing in particular." He replied, noticing how Richard's gaze sweeped over him. It made him feel a twinge of unease. He's just being paranoid.. This man is known for only doing good deeds, isn't he?
Richard nodded with a hum. "Yeaah.. Nothing in particular huh?" Richard said with a chuckle and a pat on Gabriel's shoulder. His expression turned pensive for a moment, "you know, Gabriel.. I actually have a little something that I need help with in the back," Richard points with his thumb over his shoulder, towards his house.
Gabriel stands there for a moment, his eyes briefly roaming over the older man. He raised an eyebrow and subtly tilted his head with curiousity. "Yeah? I'll gladly help you. Just tell me," Gabriel said with a shrug of his shoulders. He pulled his hands out of his pockets in an attempt to look more polite.
Richard smiled at Gabriel, his eyes narrowing just for a brief moment. "My radiator has been acting up.. You're a young and capable man, I'm sure you'll be able to fix it. I'll bring you some tools." He said as he put a hand on Gabriel's upper back to guide him inside the house as they began to walk through the front door.
Gabriel was hit with the scent of old roses and dust once they entered. It's an old house, the furniture is victorian and the colors used are muted, but that doesn't mean it isn't cozy. "Yeah, yeah.." Gabriel nodded, "I think I can do that," he gave Richard a polite smile as he took in his surroundings. Gabe has rarely ever been in Richard's house.
And so Gabriel gets to work as soon as Richard brings him the tools he needs. After a tremendous amount of time, or at least that's what it seemed like for Gabriel, he finally managed to fix whatever the issue was. Seems to be working fine now. He stood up and took a step back to admire his work, wiping sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. "Richard!" He called out into the house. He said he's gonna be in the living room no?
Gabriel doesn't even know where that living room is.. He doesn't remember the layout of the house at all, actually. Gabe shrugged and raised his eyebrows as he began to search for Richard, calling out to him as he went through all the different rooms. How come he can't find Richard anywhere? He's pretty sure he's already went through the living room.
Gabriel's pondering and wandering was cut short as he was suddenly met with something heavy colliding against the back of his head, sharp pain just briefly shooting through him just before he collapsed to the floor with a loud thud, and passed out. Gabriel didn't even have time to react due to how fast all of that happened.
Richard only chuckled as he loomed over the now-unconcious Gabriel. He dropped the bat he used to knock out the young man with a clattering sound and snaked his arms underneath Gabriel's armpits, wrapping around his chest to drag him into another room. Richard frantically glanced at the windows as well, to make sure no one potentially saw this happen.
Once Richard pulled Gabe into the desired room, he lifted him up onto a table and lay him down with a some effort and a grunt. Richard isn't exactly a man that's in shape. He picked up whatever chemicals he illegally owned to let Gabriel stay unconscious for a longer period of time.
After a considerable amount of time, Richard took a step back. He was sweating, and a look of panic was stuck to his face. He took a kidney from the man, but considering he wasn't good at this at all, he probably cut something else too.. Gabriel was losing a lot of blood, which made Richard panic further.
His hands trembled as he put away the bloody scalpel. Why did he go into this blind? He thought he could make some money by selling other people's organs, but he was realizing all the risks just now. His first victim being a teenager with a somewhat good family wasn't a good idea. Jasmine is most likely going to file a missing person's report, and Richard is going to be one of the suspects, isn't he? But at the same time, he's built trust with Gabriel over the years, so it was way easier to lure him into the house with a simple chore.
Richard just quickly tried to wipe whatever blood stuck to his skin, though it still stained his clothes either way. He left the room, leaving an unconcious and bleeding Gabriel alone, for now. Richard began to frantically search around the house for something that could potentially be of help to his 'surgery'. Once he started getting hopeless he decided to go into his shed, there should be something there.
The drugs however, began to wear off of Gabriel as he, despite the agonizing pain he felt, began to rouse back into consciousness. He was confused, disoriented and dazed. But one thing he certainly was aware of was the stabbing and throbbing pain across his torso. It made him look down, which then he realized he was quite literally cut open from his chest to his navel, with blood slicking over nearly every surface. The cut was unprofessional and jagged. How was he alive? How was he still conscious? Gabriel doesn't even know if he wants the answers to his questions. The sight and feeling makes him feel sick to his stomach.
However, he pushed himself just enough to fall from the table onto the ground with a wet thud. The sound of his organs squelching together made him want to gag, even more so cry. He trembled, but managed to push himself up just enough to at least crawl out of the room. He was still incredibly disoriented, Gabriel kept accidentally bumping into furniture or his legs simply gave out on him from the distress and discomfort.
Gabriel didn't even know where he was going, his eyes were glazed over which made everything quite blurry, but he just forced himself to keep on pushing. After tumbling down the stairs with loud thumps and thuds, he manages to find the exit. The front door is open, oddly enough. This whole time he doesn't even realize he's leaving behind a huge trail of blood like a snail. His chest is heaving with each breath he takes as he shoves himself up just enough to stand. He's slouched over as his arms clamped around his waist to keep himself intact. He feels like his organs will spill out of his body if he doesn't.
Gabriel doesn't know how much time has passed, but he's realized that its already quite dark. The last thing he remembers is looking for Richard. He trudged back home, faint noises of pain slipping past his lips as tears streamed down his face. He nearly tripped over but he still managed. He just doesn't know what to do. What better ideas could a poor, poor teenager have?
Gabriel, after inching closer to his house, reached the front door. His hands trembled as he searched his pockets for his key only to find that it was missing. Did Richard take it? Gabriel eventually gathered some of his strength to knock and ring the doorbell, trembling as he tried his best to stay up on his feet.
Eventually Jasmine, his mother, opened the door. Gabriel immediately collapsed onto the floor once he was inside, huffing and puffing. Jasmine looked worried, but the moment she actually saw the state Gabriel was in, she screeched and took a few steps back. "Oh my god!" She nearly fainted as she felt the need to go into another room. The sight was too gruesome for her to look at any longer. Gerald, her husband, entered to see what the commotion was about.
Gerald freaked out as he saw Gabriel. This wasn't possible, for him to be alive like this. "You're not my son!" He yelled in disbelief. Gabriel's expression turned to one of shock and helplessness at his father's words. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words only either got stuck in his throat or died on his tongue. He could only helplessly reach out to no one, his hand clenching into a fist as he watched Gerald hurriedly leave the room to find a shotgun. No.. No...
While Jasmine was busy crying and freaking out in another room, Gerald returned with a shotgun. The man didn't even hesitate to shoot Gabriel straight into his forehead, babbling on about some nonsense. He never acted like this before, that's for sure. Gabriel just screamed and cried harder in pain, curling up on the floor in a pool of his own blood. He's most likely going to vomit soon. But he still doesn't feel like he's losing his consciousness.
After Gerald saw Gabriel curl up on the floor, he dropped his shot gun, thinking his son was dead, and left to comfort Jasmine. Jasmine was already calling the police, but her words slurred together in a panic, so Gerald took over the phone.
Meanwhile Gabriel pushed himself onto his knees and hands to force himself to get up once more. He felt the thick, warm red liquid streaming down his face, dripping from his chin. Gabriel doesn't question anymore as to why he's still alive. All of a sudden, he couldn't hear anything, all Gabe heard was the sound of static, and the strange need to leave this house and to crawl into the forest just beyond. It isn't very far, he can do it.
Again, Gabriel left behind such a mess. The blood in Richard's house, on the sidewalk, and inside his own house. All that blood he lost made him feel dizzy. As Gabe creeped closer to the forest, hunched over with his arms finding their way around his torso once more, he suddenly vomited onto the ground. He could feel his stomach clenching and squelching, the feeling made him shiver as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he continued. His face was a mess of tears, snot, spit and blood.
Once he was far enough into the forest, where he could hear the static so loud it made his head hurt, he collapsed to the ground, a few leaves disrupted by his fall. He felt his view go hazy, and he could only curl into himself before he passed out from the stabbing feeling.
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