User talk:JeffdaKillerr

{This is my first Creepy pasta. please rate kindly, but want constructive criticism}

My name is Mark Goodwin, and today, I have committed my first murder. I don't know how it got to this point but I can tell you how it all started.

I have been known to have mysterious blackouts at varying times throughout the week. As a child, my parents kept a close watch on me to make sure I wouldn't hurt myself, and that meant playing inside till I was 13. I didn't have very many friends and the ones I did have, were completely different from me. They liked to talk about sports, and how they beat their high-score on the newest "Call of Duty" game. Me? I liked to play with action figures still, and talk to my parents about different things going on in the world. I guess you could say I was a loved, but lonely child.

When I was 17, I auditioned for the school play. I was so excited only to find out that i couldn't be a part of it because of my so-called handicap that would be a burden if I suddenly blacked-out during the performance. I was sad but I understood, so I thanked them for the opportunity and went home. That night, I talked to my parents about what causes my blackouts and what happens while it is occurring. They said that it was an abnormality in my brain and whenever I get really nervous or scared, it is an overload and my body shutdowns. They also said, sometimes I have been seen doing strange things such as talking to myself about punishing "them" and picking up sharp objects to then get taken away from my parents. They said that since they were happening while you had your blackouts, then your brain doesn't want you to remember those incidents.

I was very curious about that and wondered why I was such a completely different person when I had my blackouts. I lay in my bed thinking about if I have ever hurt someone and my parents just didn't tell me about it or if I have threatened my friends when i was my so called alter ego. I was afraid that it might cause me to lose friendships and even prevent relationships from ever happening.

The next day, I woke up as usual, packed my lunch, and headed out to the bus stop. As usual the same 5 other people were there ready to start the day. The only person there that I disliked was Brad; he was the school bully and still today picks on me almost every single day. I have learned to just ignore most of his insults but the physical beatings are hard to ignore considering the 2 inch welts he gives me on my arms while shouting insults at me. The last couple days I have started to defend myself by blocking some of his attacks and even dishing out a few of my own. He has tormented me since elementary school, but today i was going to get him back.

I have made some friends that were bigger guys and they promised to help me with my Brad problem so i told them to meet me after school today and we would show Brad who he really was messing with. School couldn't have gone any slower. I don't know if it was the boring classes I was taking, or the fact that I was so excited to end the miserable bullying that i have endured for years. The last bell rang and I bolted to my new friends outside the school. We waited and watched for Brad and his buddies to come out and confronted him. We grabbed him by the arms and pulled him to the side of the school where nobody would see us and started to punch the daylight out of him. It went on for a few minutes and I felt very tired. I went to lie down for a second and to my surprise, the moment i have been waiting for, I blackout.

I woke up suddenly and covered in sweat. It was dark out and I was alone. No, there was somebody else there. The outline of a man was lying on the ground. It had to be past midnight because it was close to pitch black out here. I crawled on the ground slowly toward the figure but when I got closer to him, I felt a sticky, sap-like liquid on the ground. I couldn't make out what it was but I took some on my fingers and smelled it. The scent confused me for a little bit until I remembered what we had done hours earlier. I thought to myself it could have just been a little blood from punching Brad. I concluded that the figure was indeed Brad himself. I got up and regained my balance, then I walked home quickly and quietly in the darkness of the night, feeling accomplished and finally free.

The next day I woke up, got dressed ate breakfast and headed to the bus stop. To my surprise Brad wasn't there. "Ha, probably stayed home" I said cheerfully. When I got to school, there were police cars and an ambulance there, carrying a gurney with somebody on it, but covered their face. Curious as to whom it could be, I stumbled into my classroom as the announcements came on. The principal spoke with a saddened voice as he revealed the news that a student by the name of Brad Louis was killed last night do to a stabbing by possibly another student. My heart raced as to what the possibilities could be as to what happened. I blacked out in the middle of the fight and could I have been the one to do that? To get on with the day I opened my backpack to get out my notebooks only to find a kitchen knife, covered with dried up blood. My eyes widened as I came to the horrible conclusion.

My name Mark Goodwin, and today I have committed my first murder.

JeffdaKillerr (talk) 18:17, July 2, 2014 (UTC)Trevor Rose