Author’s Note: This story is incomplete. Just think this is a Trollpasta for now.
My name is Anna… Anna Silver. I have light brown long, slightly wavy hair tied in a ponytail. Gray eyes and light skin color. I was a normal teenager, but when I was 13, something bad happened…
It was already 10:00 pm, I was lying on the bed and doing homework. Then I heard my phone was ringing. I picked up my phone and answers it.
“Anna? Thank god! Quickly pack your things and wait until I come!”
“Paul? What why? Did something happened?”
“I’ll tell you later okay?! Now go pack your things!”
“Okay okay! Bye!”
I hanged up and I got up from bed. I went to the closet and took out my suitcase then started packing my things. When I was all packed, I heard that someone opened the door.
“Anna! Are you all packed?”
Then I grabbed my suitcase and went down to see my older brother Paul. Paul took my suitcase from me and went with me to the car. He put the suitcase in the trunk. I got in the car and sat in the passenger seat. My brother sat next to me and we closed the doors. He drove me somewhere. There was silence for some time but I started talking.
“So… What happened?”
“Mom and dad are… dead.”
“W-What? This i-is a joke r-right?”
“That’s not a joke… They are dead.”
I stayed silent for a few minutes, but I finally said something.
“How… How did they die?”
“Someone… killed them…”
Tears came to my eyes and I didn’t know what to do now. But Paul is a bit nicer then before… That’s strange. After some time, we have stopped at a big house. Paul got out of the car and I did the same. He grabbed my suitcase out of the trunk. Paul locked the car and we went inside the house.
“Paul! You’re okay!”
Caroline run up to my brother and hugged him.
“Yeah I’m okay. And Anna is okay too.”
Caroline stopped hugging Paul and she looked at me.
“That’s great that you’re both okay!”
After that, she didn’t have said anything to me. And it’s been one year. But… after the first year with my brother, something happened. It was my birthday. I was sad that my parents couldn’t be here with me. But I was a little happy that my brother is still here with me. Then my brother came into my room.
“Anna, do you want to go on a walk?”
I smiled to him but I saw that Paul was sad about something.
“Are you okay brother?”
“Yes I’m okay.”
“Okay I believe you.”
I dressed my shoes and put on my jacket. My brother did the same and we got out of the house.
We were walking for an hour and I felt weird. Then… I heard a gun shot. One moment later my brother got shot in the head.
Paul stayed silent. He fell on the ground and tears came to my eyes.
“I’m sorry Anna… I was a hopeless brother…”
And then he bled to death. I was angry and sad. I heard another gun shot but I dodged the bullet. Then I saw the man that killed my brother. I quickly grabbed a thick stick and run to the killer. I hit the killer with the stick. Man passed out and I hit him even more that he was bleeding. After a few minutes, the man died. I killed him. I saw that he had a knife in his pocket so I grabbed the knife and started to make wounds all over my face. When my face had wounds all over, I made a deep wound on the left cheek in the shape of the letter B. It hurt a little but I didn’t care. I started to go home.
Hour later I got home. I quickly run to my room and closed the door. I opened the wardrobe and took out a white T-shirt with attached sleeves, white pants that reached to my knees, and the mask I once made for Halloween. The mask had black eyes that expressed happiness and a small star under the left eye. On the mask there was also a smile which was a black line.
I dressed this white clothing set and put a mask on my face. I put on my boots and opened the window. I jumped out of the window and went to find the murderers of my parents. When the night has come I saw something. My head started to hurt but I didn’t care. When the pain has stopped I started to walk around the forest. I wanted to do something but I couldn’t. I WANTED TO KILL. Then I saw a little boy lost in the forest. I walked to the boy and said to him.
“Hello. Are you lost?”
“Y-Yes miss… I’m lost…. Can you help me?”
“Of course I will help. But first turn around.”
The boy turned around. Then I grabbed my knife and stabbed the boy in the head.
“You’re bleeding with my blood.”
I took the knife out of his head and watched it bleed to death. I went deeper in the forest leaving the body of the dead boy. An hour later I were deep in the forest and I saw another boy but this time the boy was my age. The boy saw me and said.
“Huh? Who are you?!”
“I am your biggest nightmare.”
I run to the boy and quickly stabbed him in the heart. Then I said:
“You’re bleeding with my blood!”
Then I quickly took out the knife out of his heart. The white set of clothes was covered in blood. I stared walking in the forest and then I saw a girl. She said:
“Who are you freak?!”
“I’m Bleedy. And you’re bleeding with my blood.”