User:LoveTheKiller

It was a normal day. I woke up to my alarm, which was my mom and dad yelling at eachother every single morning, afternoon, and night. I got up, and got ready for school. I went to a middle school where there were only girls, and, it got quite boring there, considering the fact that I hate girly girls...I guess you could say I was a tomboy...I still am. Anyways, I rushed to do everything I needed to do in the morning, just to hurry up and get away from my parents. I was an only child, and quite the opposite of what you'd expect. My parents were abusive...they beat me with a wooden spoon right on my arm. Very harshly and rapidly...they left marks everytime. At school, you'd figure everything was alright...but no...things were bad, just not as bad as at home. I would go to my first period, which is where all the bullies were. I would try to avoid them in every way possible, but somehow they kept getting to me. I suffered 2 entire school years that way, until it was the final year...9th grade, was when I changed. Everytime one of those bullies got near me, I instantly got out my scissors, which were extremely sharp on the point, and I would have to use that just to threaten them off. The only person, who saw all my pain, and helped me, was my best friend, Jackie. She was like my sister...we did everything together. And the reason why she was my best friend, was because she helped me, with my problem. My problem wasn't the bullies, it's what I would do to stop the pain. You can probably guess...I started cutting myself. It let out...emotional pain. The sight of blood running down my arms somehow...calmed me. I would write on the walls. I would write on the walls with my blood. Things like, "Society sucks", "fuck life", and "Love"...love...that, was the next thing that impacted my life. One day, I went to school...Jackie sat by me, as the bullies came over to me. Three bullies, was all it took to ruin my day, as they said, "So, Jackie, why do you still hang out with this low-life, emo bitch who wants to die?". I looked at them in anger, as they pushed everything off my desk and onto the floor. One of them kicked my side as I was bending to my side to pick the things up. It hurt, but I didn't scream. Instead, I let the teacher tell them to sit down, and I was gonna wait for the end of the day, to finally get them back. Jackie hugged me, trying to tell me everything will be okay. I could hold it, so I went, and cried in the bathroom at the end of the last class. Jackie came in, and saw me. She talked to me, but her words came in one ear, and out the other. I was too focused on what I was gonna do. "Got that, Amber?", she asked. I pretended that I was listening, and nodded. I hugged her bye, and walked out the door, and outside to the back of the school, which is where the three bullies stood, waiting for me. One ran at me, and pushed me to the ground...hard. I reached inside my pocket, and pulled out a knife. I instantly got up, just in time as another ran, and tried to punch my in my face. But instead, I managed to grab her arm, and stab her wrist. She screams and fell to the ground, as one foolishly ran at me and tripped over the one on the ground. I stabbed her in the back of her neck, as the last one that wasn't injured, grabbed my foot and twisted my ankle. I screamed, and turned to stab her leg multiple times, towards where there was blood everywhere. I was shaking not in fright, but in anger. Little did I know, that I had lost my sanity. I saw the one I stabbed on the neck getting up, so I went and tackled her, stabbing her eye. I heard someone running towards the back of the building, and darted away from the scene before I can be caught. Luckily, I managed to get away, and ran back home. Blood was all over me, as I walked in my house, knowing my parents would care less. I went to my room, and cried...but, I was laughing. I was crying and laughing at the same time. I was sad, and happy and the same time. My parents were too busy arguing to come and beat me for making too much noise. I looked at a picture on my phone, of my crush...someone who I'll never be able to have. This guy, of course wasn't J-Jeff...yet...but anyways, I looked at him, and thought of the extra pain and sorrow it bought me, looking at him with his girlfriend, just wishing she could be dead. I looked up something I never thought I would...I looked up love spells. I looked up a spell that only required paper, a candle, a picture of the one you love, and yourself. I quickly printed out a picture of my crush, and snuck a candle from the dining table. I did exactly what the spell said, and burned the picture in the candle, as I wrote his name over and over on a piece of paper, also saying his name each time I wrote it. After everything was done, a breeze suddenly came through my window, putting out the candle...a chill ran down my spine as I saw my reflection in my mirror. "I've been suffering from this too long....I should end this...end it like it's just a game.", I thought, as I shattered the mirror with my bare fists, not even thinking about it, and not getting a single scratch. I laughed, as I looked at the ashes of the picture, and blew them away. This spell was supposed to make them love you, but somewhere in the process of doing the spell, I went wrong, and made a totally different effect...it allowed me to detect who loves someone they can't have, and want to...kill them to end their pain. That's what happened when I saw my reflection. I grabbed my razor blade that I cut myself with, and went to my restroom. I locked the door, and cut two lines from the corner of my mouth, back in an upward curve, on both sides, creating a smile. This is what freaked me out...I did this, before I even knew of Jeff...I had carved a smile in my face as well. It hurt, but only as bad as cutting my arm and wrist. I started laughing uncontrolably, and suddenly blacked out. I woke up in a hospital, and with stitches along the smile I carved in my face. I heard the doctors say I'm good to go, as my aunt drove me home, therefore my parents didn't want to take me to the doctor. It was another night of me suffering through love, as I snuck downstairs when everyone was sleeping. I went to the kitchen, and saw a large knife. I grabbed it, went to my parents' room, and killed both of them, in revenge for everything they have done to me. I no longer was sane, I went insane, and became...a psychopath. I went upstairs to the attic, and looked for another razor blade to carve my Crush's name in my arm. But instead of a blade...I found a box...a box that held a purple necklace...a glowing, mystical purple necklace...my favorite color. I put it on, and laughed as I went downstairs and saw my reflection in no mirror with it on. I shattered that mirror too, when the chill ran down my spine. I tried to take the necklace off, but it didn't come off...it was stuck on me...forever.i became dizzy, as my eyes stung and burned. I blinked a few times, and saw my reflection in the knife I was holding. There were purple markings able and below my eyes...my eye color itself turned from brown to purple, my eyes glowed purple, and my hair, had a purple streak across my bangs. Suddenly, I ran outside, to Jackie's house which was right across the street from mine. I saw her through her window, sleeping, as a chill ran down my spine...she was suffering from love too. I managed to open her window, and get inside. She woke up, and saw me standing there by her bed... "A-Amber? Is that you?", I quickly covered her mouth, as I held the knife to her heart. I smiled, with my carved smile held together by stitches, as my eyes illuminated her terrified face as she tried to scream. "Shhh Jackie, Love is just a game...let me end it for you.", I spoke, as I drove the knife through her heart, killing my only best friend that I used to have. I suddenly heard a shatter, and a scream come from her parents' bedroom, as I entered, to see them dead, with carved smiles on their faces. Someone stood there staring at me...they had raven black hair, in the style of mine, a white hoodie, black pants, eyes ringed in black, and a carved smile in his face. I backed up startled, as I didn't sense him suffering from love. "No need to be afraid", he spoke, "Therefore, I'm just like you...". I calmed down a bit, as walked out the doorway, and motioned me to follow him. I nodded, as I followed him far, far away, into a deep, dark forest. "My name's Jeff...Jeff the Killer.", he said as he grinned. I smiled, and said, "I'm Amb-", I stopped, knowing I hated my real name, so I gave myself a name...a name that I liked. "I'm Love...Love the Killer.". We arrived at a mansion, which we both now know as Slender's mansion. I met everyone, as Jeff introduced me to them, and them to me. That, is the story of me...Love the Killer.

Don't be a fool, and love someone you can't have...and if you do, let me end it for you...it is just a game after all, right???...