Dark born from Light

In every person, the evil darkness lurks. We all have madness, no matter how far you have to look. In some part of each mind, a sadistic side sleeps. Some freely except this and give into it.
I am one of those people and this is my story.

Chapter 1

Let me start here

You might not think someone like me could exist. That there is possibly no one insane enough to drank the disgusting irony blood of another. Because really, it is just such a gross taste. But hold on a minute, I must sound like a vampire. Well I'm not. This has nothing to do with blood suckers. I just like to taste it on the occasion, to keep that memory present in my mind. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Cheri Green. I live in an almost empty house, alone and free.

I have a set of deep green eyes and am a mere 4' 5" shrimp. I am so underestimated that I can pretty much do whatever I feel like. With everything I have stolen, it could probably equal to a whole apartment store. Not that it's hard to sneak out food. I only take what I need to stay alive, what's so wrong with that?

You could say I look Irish, some like to call me a leprechaun, mostly because of my red hair and pale skin. But it doesn't matter. What really matters to me, is their perfect screams. It makes me shiver with excitement each time I think of all those men. Crying for help when no one could possible hear them. Just thinking about it fills me will laughter.

My insanity level has always been rising. Since the night I saw red. I don't feel like describing that for you. So maybe if you listen to me long enough, I'll tell you the story of how I got here. If not then just go Jump off a cliff. And please, scream the hole way down.

I am only 16 right now, probably will never drive a car, and also, I'm close to death. Did I mention that? Not exactly anything extraordinary. But at least I'm not dependent on anyone. That's something right? So while I bleed out on this floor, let me tell you something, the whole world will end.

Not today, or even tomorrow. Heck, the end won't be for a decades. But it is coming. You can count on that. Whether by aliens, zombies, or a natural disaster. That really was what always kept me going. So what did it matter that I wasn't alive to see it all come crashing down? At least I took down some of those useless characters. Apparently it's called murder, what I do. Why all these labels? I did the world a favor. Your welcome.

So anyway, continue this story and perhaps you'll see it my way? If not, that cliffs still waiting. Whether if you call me heartless or just a mad genius, I don't really care. I'm just a simple person, who had a simple dream.

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