DeathMurderBloodFleshHorror
There's no other way to protect myself... These people, these faces... Haunting me, a constant pain. I can't take the stares, the lies.... No more. They end tonight...
Burkens County Police Report
Recent:
● Homicide: Sarah Baker, 15, 119 lbs, found dead near home at 7:00 AM, fifteen stab wounds to the torso and face, occuring at an estimated time of 5:00AM-6:30AM.
● Homicide: Tyler Wakings, 16, 178 lbs, found dead near Old Urkin Road at 11:23PM, over fifty stab wounds to the torso and throat, occuring around 9:00PM-10:00PM.
● Homicide: Macy Karter, 16, 109 lbs, found dead near outer Burkens County at 6:30AM, twenty-eight stab wounds, including two heavy blows to the head, occuring around 3:00AM-5:00AM.
●Homicide: Jason Burnings, 17, 192 lbs, found dead near abandoned Pickens Road at 12:00AM, thirty-six stab wounds to the torso, legs, face and throat, occuring around 5:00AM-6:00AM.
Suspects: Currently unknown, yet assumed to be a student of Burkens High School.
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And they were all worth it...
My name is Maria... Maria Ashlin Silant. I am 16 years old, attend Burkens County High School, and am a member of the Chess Club.
I also am a murderer.
I have a problem... I know I do, but I can't do anything about it! I hear... voices. They tell me strange things, things that are wrong, but... they feel good. I am Maria Silant and I like to kill.
Monday, Februrary 17th
I hear them... They're telling me to skip school today, that there's something bad waiting for me there, but Mom and Dad want me to go. I have no choice, but the voices disagree; they say I can sneak off after I leave, go into the woods and wait. I'm temtped, but I know I need to get to school. Ai will be there, and I want to talk with her...
I get to school, late, with all eyes on me; I grind my jaw at their obnoxious, judging glares. I restrain a scream, just the simple annoyance at being looked at like that; I did nothing wrong. Why are they judging me so? I feel a burning in my eyes, like tears, and I can feel my eyes sparkling with them, beginning to fall away, but they stay in as I go to my desk at the back of the room, letting my hair fall over my face, trying desperately to hide myself.
The voices say that I should hurt them, yell at them; they are not flawless, why must they be so judgemental towards me? I swallow, refusing to look up, ignoring the droning sound of Ms. Walker's speech as she gestures at the board several times. My eyes don't register what she has written on the white board. I fidget with my sleeves, feeling people stare at me. I want to sink into nothingness, and I try, slouching lowly, bowing my head as a mean of falling away, but they just stare on.
I dare myself to glance up, just for a second, and see a certain pair of gray eyes meet my own; Michael, I think was his name. I remember a face, bloodied, a body scarred with multiple punctures. Jason. And Michael.
The voices again say what they had said before; he knew it was me, he knew I had killed his best friend. I doubt them. He couldn't know; I was innocent and quiet. I had no traits that I showed here that reasoned me a killer. I look down again, trying to think. They want me to kill him. They want me to get rid of him so I may live on and destroy more. I shiver, like an icy breeze taking over my skin. I know I have been posessed by somethig foul, but I can't fight them. I kill for mine and their pleasure. And they want Michael gone. I don't think I'll try, though, not now at least. Why get rid of someone who is oblivious?
I sit silently, watching my hands, waiting as the clock deminishes the hour.