Hey, um this is just a horror story that I wrote, one of my friends (@lampisimportant) encouraged me to post it. They’re super nice and I hope you like the story.
TW: murder, death, blood(I think that's about it if not please tell me)
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That's what a lot of people say...But what if your no longer alive? What if no one can hear you laugh, or scream, or cry? What if your lover was brutally murdered while you slept? These thoughts fill my head. My name is Luna, and this is my story.
“Luna, baby, please don’t go. Hey, hey listen to me, I can fix this! Please take me back.”
“Dagger for the last time leave me alone.”
“’Cmon she didn’t mean anything to me!”
“ Then why the heck did you cheat? Huh? Nothing. No clever lie to try and convince me otherwise? No? Mmmmhmmm, that's what I thought. So make like a demon and be gone!” I turn and walk away from the jerk that is my ex.
“You’ll be back! You’ll see!” he yells after me.
“Yeah in your dreams jerk!” I call back as I run to the college dorms. Half way there, someone catches me. I immediately know who it is.
“ Is he still bothering you?” my amazing girlfriend Angel asks.
“Yeah he is.” I say as our fingers intertwine.
“But it was a month ago!” she whines.
“I know.” I sigh. We walk the rest of the way in silence, simply enjoying each others company.
Upon entering our room I drop my stuff and flop onto the bed, Angel following suit. I snuggle up close to her and soon fall asleep.
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As I woke up I noticed two things:
1. the room smelled weird
I sit up slowly and rub the sleep from my eyes, and then I see the blood. And then I see Angel. She’s lying on the floor, her face etched with terror, blood seeping from her stomach, her cold, dead eyes staring at me.
“Oh good your awake.” a voice said. I would know his voice anywhere. Dagger.
“W-why would you do this?”
“Because she was in the way my dear. In the way of us.” he said, voice smooth as ice. As if he didn’t just kill somebody. As if he didn’t just kill my girlfriend.
“N-no this....this can’t be happening.”
“Oh it is Dear, and you’ll join her if you don’t come with me.”
“No, I-I-I won’t. I can’t” I say. I can’t go with him. But could you blame me?
“Fine.Pity though, I really liked you.”
He rushed at me and pushed me back on the bed. Towering over me he dug the knife into my wrist. I scream as blood trickles down onto the covers. He does the same to my other arm and I take the time to decide I’m not going out without a fight. I swing my arm and punch him in the head. He growls and I hit him again, and again, and again. I start thrashing trying to knock him off me, blood spurted from my wrists. He’s having a hard time keeping me still, and his knife cutting me in random places. It was when I head butted him did he finally snap.
“That’s it, I’ve had enough of you.”
He pinned my arms down and put the knife to my throat.
My eyes widen as I begin to choke on my own blood. Shapes and colors blur and I can barely see the knife coming back at me. Sharp pain goes through my left eye, and finally...black.
