Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-37336038-20181030202234

AN: ok I changed up some details and hopefully made it less fanfictiony or spinoffy, also I cleared up some of my writings like not making my paragraphs too long or having unimportant details though it there might be a couple but I’m not sure

The name’s Darkstar, Tom Darkstar and before you ask yes, that is my actual name and not some name I made up in middle school. Let's see what else? I am 19 years old, I like playing games, like all kinds of music so don’t ask if I like this band or some other popular musician or band, I am 5’10 and have short black hair, light brown skin and dark brown eyes and I....have a confession to make.

Wait what am I saying? You’re the one who found this letter written by me which I placed on top of the dead bodies of my parents or you’re probably reading this from your detective office along with the evidence of the murders or some news site decided to publish the letter to cement my name as a legend that will be told from generations to come, either way there's nothing really to confess to since you’re reading the killer’s letter from a crime scene he made. Well there is the confession of why I committed this murder and the other 2000 murders I committed. Before you ask the obvious like if I was in a abusive household or if I was bullied or if it was those damn violent video games that are ruining our youth I’ll give you the answers with one statement ….no it wasn’t any of those things. So now you’re probably asking yourself “ok so if he had a good life then why kill?” Well you’re just as confused as me maybe because I hate this world for what it is now, yeah maybe that’s it. Well the only thing I or should I say we should do to figure this out is to see how this craziness began and maybe make our own assumptions along the way.

It all started just a few weeks ago in Hank Hill High School or was it Hill High? Whatever it details aren’t important to me, It was after music class in which I was stopped by my girlfriend Carla Ramero. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever met and I was glad to be with her….well until something happened that made me all alone in this stinking world but I’m getting ahead of myself. Carla stopped me and asked if I wanted to go see the new Venom movie with her, I said yes because one I have been wanting to see the movie ever since it was first announced and two how could a man deny going on a date with his girl? She smiles knowing I would say yes and kisses my cheek “see you later then Tom” she said with the sweetest and gentlest voice you could ever think of and let me tell you that kind of voice is something you wouldn’t forget even if you have fucking amnesia, I sure as hell won’t forget it.

After school I walked to my house, the fall breeze blew through the neighborhood giving off the feeling of mystery and awareness, it felt like god was warning everyone but try as he might he couldn’t stop what was about to happen. Entering my home I was greeted by my smiling mother who was cooking dinner and father who was sitting on the couch watching his shows welcomed me with opened arms “so how was school?” My mother would always ask me even though she probably already knows the answer “it was fine I guess, I’m gonna go to the movies with Carla” I replied setting my backpack down before hearing my mother chuckling softly “you two always did have a special connection with each other ever since you two were in kindergarten, I remembered the first time you saw her you were scared of talking to her because you were afraid of getting ‘cooties’.” “Yeah thanks for the exposition mom” I replied with sarcasm “What your mom can’t reminisce about her little boy?” My father chimed in chuckling at my response “I’m not saying she can’t, also I’m not a little boy anymore I’m 17” I answered back with a smile “Well you’re still our little boy to us” my father got up from his chair and walked over to me and patted me on the back “so what time are you guys gonna go?” “Well maybe around 8:00 since the movie starts at 9:00 and I want to get good seats since the theater can get packed” “Well if you have any homework do it now so you won’t worry about it later” father voiced out before smiling and walking away “But it’s Friday” I playfully whined making a pouty face “You know how we don’t like it when you do things last minute now go and do any homework you have and make sure to clean yourself up” mother expressed with a smirk as I went up to my room doing homework.

After the movie I drove Cara back to her home, I parked in front of her house and looked at it seeing a run down mess of what used to be, the voices of a happy family ran through my mind as it soon turned into sounds of screaming and crying. Carla places her hand on my shoulder snapping me back to reality “you ok?” She asked a bit worriedly “huh? Oh yeah I’m fine” I calmly expressed smiling at her “You sure? It looked like you were in some kind of trance” she always cared for me even if it’s for something minor “I said I’m fine, just you I’m worried about” and I would always return the careness to her “Tom don’t worry about my dad he’s just...well not the same as he was before plus me and my mom are taking care of him” “Yeah but I’m worried that one day he-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence as my lips were pressed up against Carla’s lips “It’s ok T, he’s mostly quiet and he doesn’t do anything except watches his TV” her voice was like music to my ears as I smiled at her looking into her black eyes and red lips, running my fingers through her soft long black hair I felt at peace. “how did I get someone beautiful as you?” I asked thinking back to the first time I asked her out “Tom we’ve known each other for 12 years now, we were there for each other and nothing’s gonna stop that” I wished it was true as she told me that, thinking about it now I wished the day was different and that it wouldn’t turn me into this “Oh hey did I ever tell about this new Creepypasta I read?” Carla was excited to tell me all about it as I can see it in her eyes “what Creepypasta?” “Why Jeff the killer!” “Seriously? That horrible story?” Carla pouted and looked at me with her soft dark brown eyes “it’s not horrible” “Uhh yes it is, he gets bullied by some crazy people, gets his skin turned white after being burned with bleach, does a heath Ledger Joker and cuts up his mouth into a smile and decides to one up him by cutting off his eyelids, parents immediately tried to kill him as soon as his mother sees him, kills because why not” “The Joker kills for no reason Tom” Carla rebutted “and like the joker it took him one bad day for him to snap and before you say anything about joker killing for chaos guess what Jeff kills for chaos as well” Carla smirked seeming proud of herself of her argument “Ok you crazy fangirl you win” I chuckled at her response and gave her the satisfaction of winning “Yay” she excitedly put up her arms in victory before getting out of the car and walking to the driver side “hey maybe we should have some fun this weekend alone” she winked at me before kissing my cheek “love you, and don’t forget about this new offer I presented to you” she explained with a smirk before walking into her house “uhhh love you too” I called out to her before looking at her house again, it was a normal home just like any other.

This is where I broke, where I went down this lonely path. I remembered waking up in the middle of the night hearing my phone ring, it was Carla pleading for her life “P-Please Tom get over here now! my dad...oh god my dad he stabbed her Tom he stabbed my mom and he’s co-“ the phone cut out as panic begins to fill me up to the core. I ran out of the house dialing 911 on my phone, I got into the car and began driving up to Carla’s “yes I need police to 2987 Wes Crav street my girlfriend called me and she sounded scared and the call got cut short please hurry” I immediately hung up as I saw her house around the corner. I ran out from my car and immediately banged on the door “Carla?!! Hello?!!! Anyone?!!” I could hear screaming and yelling making my heart race. I began kicking the door open as I heard sirens from the distance, with one strong kick the door swung wide open.

Entering the home made my heart beat even faster as I frantically looked for Carla “Carla where are you?” I called out before hearing her scream out from the bathroom, I entered and to my shock was her dad standing over her holding a bloodied knife. “I told them to not change the damn channel!” The crazed man said right before swiping at me. His eyes filled with rage pierced into my soul as he holds the knife to my throat “I never liked you dating my girl” he growls at me “you were always a trouble maker, a bad influence on her I had to kill her to save herself from you!” He screams at the top of his lungs holding the knife up in the air until the sound of gunshots replaced his haunting shriek. I couldn’t hear anything for a few minutes as I focused my sights on Carla, her body bloodied and motionless from her attacker, my arms held her cold body as the ruby red color of her lips leaked out to her chin and to the sides of her mouth. Screaming was the first thing I could vocalized as her lips turned black with her blood being the same color.

“Not Guilty by reasons of insanity” the judge said banging his gavel down to give the final say. Two years, two years of wanting that bastard to be in jail for murdering my love….two years waisted. the drive back home felt like a endless road of misery, my father didn’t say anything neither my mother. We haven’t been the happy family we used to be, probably because of me or maybe they knew how hard it was for me to process my lost so they probably didn’t even bother talking to me, I wouldn’t blame them.

That night I laid down on my bed, I didn’t know what to do or what to even think about, until a familiar gentle voice rung through my ears “he must not get the satisfaction of my death” I jumped up and looked around seeing who it was but there was no one there “he’s at his house under house arrest….living his life pretending what happened two years ago didn’t happened, don’t speak out loud Tom, but we both know the pain he caused us” I clenched my fist and looked outside, was I really gonna do this? Was I really gonna go to his home and hurt him the way he hurt me? Well if you were paying attention to what I did then you already know the answer.

I snuck out of my home wearing a black hoodie to conceal myself in the night sky and went to that bastard’s house, a rush of excitement and nervousness fought inside me as I got closer to my destination the sound of my heart beginning to race. Looking into the windows I see that bastard watching is favorite shows “there he is Tom, make him feel what I felt” the soft voice commanded to me. One of the windows was unlocked so I carefully slid it opened, my feet touching the floor of the murder house now my heart raced faster and faster as I went into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife I could find. Slowly I crept up behind the monster with my hand raising up high “come on” the voice sounded impatient “kill him now!” She sounded more mean for my hand was about to come down, until the man turned off the tv and saw his reflection including mine.

He turned around and tackled me into the ground knocking the knife away from my hand. “You….here to avenge my daughter huh? You must be so pathetic, you can’t handle one stupid death and here you are going to kill me...so sad” he grabbed the knife and pins me down “In fact I bet you probably hadn’t smiled for a long long time...how about I give you one” he then cut into my cheek making upward half arches at the sides of my cheek and mouth, the pain was insurmountable for I tried getting the man off of me “awww poor baby can’t take a little pain, don’t worry buddy it’ll all be over soon” he raised the knife about to pierce it in my heart but I was able to push him off and slowly get up. “ohhhh kid’s still got fight in him, well guess it’s better to die as a fighter then as a whiner” he then charged at me but I was able to keep the knife from stabbing any vital body parts, wish I could say the same for my right eye. The poor bastard felt from the charge with the knife and left the knife in my eye in which I was quickly able to pull out and immediately stab the fuck to death each stab felt more satisfying then the last after the last stabbed my heart started beating normally with the blood from my wounds dripping down.

My first kill, my very first kill, never in my life I would’ve done it but here I am standing over a body if you thought it felt good it did for only a second then it felt horrible like a really bad hangover or something that’s horrible who cares the thing is it’s bad and not something I should be proud of...but I am. “Good.” The voice said in a gentle tone “he deserved it anyways, thank you for hurting him Tom, you always were an amazing boyfriend” I slowly stepped into Carla’s abandon room, all the memories of the times I spent with her started rushing back in, now they’re nothing but just something of what used to be. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see her mirror and the reflection of someone who’s been through hell, inspecting it closer I could see what that bastard did to my face, a bloodied smile and a cyclops not what I wanted to be but what I now am. “You still look beautiful Tom” my girlfriend’s voice assured me before giggling sweetly “hey you look just like-“ “I know” I said under my breath before tearing up

“I miss you so much” I tried to say through my tears. “I miss you too Tom” The voice had a lower tone as I tried wiping my tears “am I really going insane?” I looked into the mirror to see if I’m truly looking at the reflection of a broken man. “I don’t know T, these two years have been hard on you” “Yeah but I’m hearing your voice and it sounds so real to me” “Well maybe I am real” the voice inquired “I did say that we’re there for each other and I meant it” I didn’t say anything as the voiced signed “it’s almost Morning Tom, you should get back to your home” “Y-Yeah you’re right, thank you for being there for me, I love you so much” my mind was at ease as I stepped out of the house knowing she’s still there with me.

I returned home seeing the dawn starting to rise, I entered as if nothing happened well except for a smile and a missing eye I thought everything was fine until I heard my father’s voice “Thomas?” He asked concerned “oh my god! What happened to you and where were you?” I didn’t say anything as my dad called out to my mom to come down. My eyes met my mother for her face was one of fear and shock “Tom what happened? What’s with that bloodied knife?” “They’re gonna take us away Tom” the voice warned me as my mother went to me “Thomas what did you do? Did you do this to yourself? Is it because of what happened?” The sounds of sirens rang passed my home as they rang towards the direction of the murder. My parents were probably quick to put two and two together as their eyes became one of terror “no no no why Thomas why?” My poor mother had tears in her eyes as I can see my father going to call the police “Thomas for god sakes why? You had two years two whole years!” “They’re gonna try to separate us Tom put you in a mental hospital to forget me, don’t let them take us away!” The voice demanded as my mother holds me close knowing she just lost her son and she was right. I wrapped my arms around her and stabbed her in the back, my tears couldn’t stop flowing out of my eyes as I gave her a swift death. I could hear my father talking to the police before he stops and saw what I had done, I didn’t want him to feel anything so I gave him another swift death with my knife stabbing his heart, and those...were my second and third kills, and let me tell you there’s gonna be more than that.

Looking out the window I could see the world for what it really is, full of people who hurt others for their amusement and I wasn’t gonna stand for that. I don’t care if you didn’t mean it or not, living a life of luxury or living in the dumps if my girlfriend says that you’re a murderer I won’t hesitate because nothing is keeping us apart and I mean nothing! So good luck trying to find me because I’m not gonna stop until this world stops hurting us. 