User:Gamergirlcassie

Cassie: by me..Cassie

I wasn't always the girl you see today. I was what some might call smart, with a bright future ahead of myself. I was only known for my intelligence, which was forced by my abusive family. But I knew I was more than just an intelligent child, I was a very imaginative child well..

I saw things that provoked me with anxiety in my sleep. I was a dreamer.. I used to tell my family about how my dreams seemed to turn into nightmares within a matter of seconds. Yet they never believed me, so I was only left to survive on my thoughts and imagination. I loved drawing, painting, doodling, or anything that dealt with art. It was my paradise where my own little world.seemed to come alive in my sketchbook. This was my sanctuary... That is until the nightmares became stranger than normal.

My dad left my mom after an abusive fight took place in our old house. Causing my moms sanity to decrease over time, leaving her emotionless and cruel to my little siblings and me. As the oldest I had to take the blame for my fuckin siblings actions. Leaving me scarred and bruised by the long harsh beatings occurring daily to my week and fragile body.

Strangely whenever I got a beating from my abusive family I seemed to have a nightmare.. It got to the point where I started to draw my nightmares daily. Each nightmare scarier than the last, and each beating more agony than the previous.

One day I was rushing my mother to write a check to give to my school, I was rushing her because our all girl school is very strict and if we were late we had to serve detention after school no matter what excuse was made for being tardy. I fuckin hated my bitchy school and all the whores who served the purpose as students in that hell whole! Excuse my colorful vocabulary, but I have lots of bottled up anger that I use to pour into my artwork as a way of releasing my hatred for everyone around me.

My mom was pissed that I decided to rush her and stabbed me with her ball point pen! The cut left a scar going across my left hand. I surprisingly didn't cry, instead I clutched my hand in agony as I watched blood as black as the ink from the pen i was stabbed with trickle down my hand. I staggered out of the house and slowly paced my steps to wait for the bus near the bus stop. I felt something snap inside me that day.. pure dark hatred!!

When I came home it was way past my usual time I arrive at home(prison for me). My mom yelled at me through cursing and screaming why I had detention. I never replied but changed out of my school clothes and stepped into the shower. My mother had q bucket with her, and as you can tell she bashed my head seven times with the damn bucket. I lost my balance and blacked-out..

During my black-out i had a sick and twisted dream.. I took a pillow and slowly lunged at my little sister, Rachelle. Suffocating her as she slept. After her last desperate attempt to gasp for air i slowly walked towards my little brother, Ryan. My hand seemed to grasp for a butcher knife, with a quick slash through the air i managed to cut his throat spraying warm sticky blood over my face and torso. An evil sick and twisted smile appeared on my face. Blood from my brother trickeled around my eye sockets almost appearing as if I was crying blood, when I looked in the mirror I was almost satisfied. "I love it", I said. I watched from the corner of the mirror as my brother suffered, then I heard a faint wheezing noise and he was dead. I ignored brothers pool of blood and marched right across it. A track of blood traced across the floor as I made my way to my mother on the couch.

I whispered in her ear, "Who's hurt now?!" That bitch was fast to react but not fast enough to scream for help as I stabbed her straight through the heart!

I woke up....

Scared and confused but when I scratched the scalp of my head I cut my finger on something metalic, 'staples' was the first thing that popped up in my mind. The second thing to pop into my mind was 'where did all of this blood come from?' I was underneath a pool of dark crimson red blood.. I managed to make that same sick and twisted smile from my dream again, and I felt something menacingly happy occur inside me..

I was born to be a killer!..

Now as you can see currently I am far away from home. I am posting this on what little battery remains on my phone.. I am in your house, in the woods, in the dark little corner of your room, in your sick and twisted part of your childish imagination.. I am watching... I am waiting.. Please don't be so shocked if you see a little girl with long black hair with piercing bloodshot red eyes to match, brown almost bruised purplish skin, wearing a light blue long sleeve T-shirt, a pair of torn up white sneakers, a pair of short blue torn sweat pants, and a dark ominous eerie sick and twisted sadistic smile staring at you. That's just me capturing the essence of your features and flaws. I know how you tick.. so don't try to persuade me to spare your life!

If I come closer(which I will) you will see a torn little red notebook the color of blood, I will show you the pictures inside of victims I drew before killing them and smearing their blood and organs onto their portrait. I haven't drawn in quite a while, maybe you can help me.. Let me introduce you to my friends. This butcher knife is gorgeous and this chopping, slicing, and dicing knife is precious. "Now what shade of red and organs should I paint your picture with?"

The last thing you'll hear is my evil laugh as I rip out your heart, breaking your bones and tearing your flesh apart.. MWAHAHAHA!!!