Serial killer!Sophia, who would be obsessed with you, even before you even had your first proper interaction. She would watch you do your daily routines: you leaving your house, stopping by a local cafe to pick up what you always ordered, maybe even stopping by the grocery store. Sophia had internalized your pathways, always making sure to arrive a little before you to ensure she could have the perfect sight of you. She took note of the things you stopped and looked at, the types of books you would read on a bench while you waited for a friend to arrive, the colors you would always wear. Sophia would mimic these habits, too. You could be wearing a distinct pair of earrings one day and she would be wearing her own pair the next day.
Serial killer!Sophia, who would despise the very thought of someone being too close to you, whether it be in a friendly manner or in a flirty way. She could barely handle the instance of someone brushing their hand against yours when you both dropped down to grab your bag when you stumbled and dropped it on the street. And God forbid that someone touch you in a manner that wasn’t intended to assist you. She would become enraged at the sight of a man resting his hand on the small of your back at a house party. Violent thoughts would swim around her head, plotting what exactly she would do to him for daring to touch her person.
Serial killer!Sophia, who would be dragging a heavy duty trash bag with the dismantled body parts of said guy who was flirting with you. She just couldn’t help herself, afterall. If he didn’t want to meet her blade, then he shouldn’t have touched what was hers. She would be waiting, watching him until he excused himself to a bathroom, choosing that exact moment to strike. She would follow him with the grace of a shadow, never making any noise to alert him to her presence. When he would close the bathroom door behind him, Sophia would swiftly clamp her hand around his mouth to prevent any screams from being let out.
Serial killer!Sophia, who would guide him out a small window in the corner of the bathroom, making sure to not disturb any of the objects resting on the floor. They would land on the back lawn of the house, the only sound coming from music put on full volume through the walls of the house and the chirp of the nearby crickets. She would pull out a steak knife from the front pocket of her hoodie, pressing the tip to the Adam's apple of the trembling man’s neck. She would whisper, “Make a peep and I drive this knife rightttttt into… here.”
Serial killer!Sophia, who would run the memories of the daft man flirting with you in her head, laughing at your jokes, when it should’ve been her there, responding to jests with a light smile, before she would unleash her anger out on the man. She would start with slashing off a ring finger, spurts of blood tainting the steel of the weapon. She’d move on to an ear, or perhaps a toe. It didn’t really matter what order she went in, only that she inflicted pain without completely ending the man. She’d revel in the exposed flesh and bone from her slashes.
Serial killer!Sophia, who would drive her knife right into his chest, aligning the tip to meet the center of his heart. The thrust forward would be brief, but she would be slow to pull out, wanting her victim to feel the pain that she felt when you gave him your attention. Sophia would twist the knife back and forth in his chest, living for the feeling of his flesh against the blade. She’d smile at the sight of the trail of blood dripping from the man’s mouth, choking and gagging on what once kept him alive. Only after his mouth became a sea of red would she remove the knife, bits of pink flesh and blood sticking to metal like cohesive.
Serial killer!Sophia, who afterwards would dismember all major appendages, first the legs, then the arms, and finally the head and torso on a black trash bag she kept folded in her front pocket, the same pocket where the murder weapon was stored. She’d turn it inside out once she was done, having the bloodied part be on the inside and place all of his blood spattered, mangled parts inside. And one one inside would be all the wiser. Not even you, who all this was for.
Serial killer!Sophia, who would return home and walk past a wall adorned with little trinkets of all who tried and failed to make a move on you. There was a bracelet that belonged to a barista who wrote her number with coffee cream in your drink. She was promptly replaced by a person the shift over. Next to that there was a watch originating from the wrist of some stuck up business man far too old to be hitting on you. He “tripped and fell” at the top of a flight of stairs, at the bottom which happened to be Sophia’s prized daggers.
Serial killer!Sophia, who didn’t have a trinket for this occasion, much to her disappointment, but had the satisfaction that one less person was in competition for you, even if you barely remembered her name. But she was sure that would change very soon, she thought as she glanced down a list of gifts she was to deliver to your doorstep.
Yesterday night, i was caught on my laptop YET AGAIN at like 12am… but this time on tumblr.
luckily i quickly logged out of my account so mis padres only saw the tumblr login page. they got me to log in and i logged in to some alt account i have where i dont post whatsoever. long story short, i got a knife pulled out at me, got abused, punched, kicked, slapped, nearly stabbed (though i kinda wanted that 😝😝)
and also got threatened to be deported to bangladesh even though i am a fully fledged bri’ish citizen. BRILLIANT!!
so now i can’t use devices AT ALL, i can’t go on anything other than school websites and whilst im revising, i will be monitored.
therefore, no more hearing from me for about a week, a month, and maybe forever.
ok im joking bc im going to leave this wretched place one day and live the life i want with me being able to be the niche influencer i am on tumblr freely 😝😝
entonces, adios mis amigos y mis seguidoras. te quiero todo.
idek why i went speaking spanish but yeah, much love and deuces. MISS ME BITCHES 😇
my best friend, and purely sexual lover @coneyislandts is free to message on any updates on how i am doing until june 17th - where even she won’t be able to see me.