Once a upon a time, there was a little girl.
Who looked so innocent and sweet.
But some people looked at her,
Like she is some kind of freak.
She wears ordinary clothes, that resembles a black cat;
Her hair is in a shade of a raven
With a streak in dark lavender.
Her big eyes are deep pools of ebony coal
And they look so big and innocent.
But at the same time, they look as if she is about to weep.
Her personality, it’s so dark and pessimistic.
Her behavior, it seems so quiet and mysterious.
She’s something that seem so vulnerable,
So vulnerable… she is the target to be treated like shit.
This little girl, she isolates herself a lot.
She hated being around, because
She loves to be by herself.
Most of the time, she hated everyone around her.
She hates how they treated her,
She abhors how they behave,
And she despises how they always get away.
So much optimism and deviance in them…
So many souls in them that she wants to murder.
This innocent little girl…
Is not what they think at all.
You might want to be careful when
She gets mad because…
When she is mad… she is violent and homicidal.
And when she is violent and homicidal…
She carries a powerful weapon on her.
Let’s just say that she makes the world rain blood.
One time, these group of girls,
Girls who happen to be delinquent and maligned,
Spotted this girl.
They hurt her so badly, they harmed her so cruelly.
They went way too far into pushing her over the edge of pain and self-harm.
After their laughter of torment…
The little girl realizes that she cannot control herself.
A dark stormy thundering cloud has appeared over her head.
She is deeply furious, furious as a vicious tiger.
This will be a perfect scene… for sweet and delicious revenge.
It’s time for a Dark Scene.
Grabbing every weapon she needed,
She made perfect timing to gather them around.
Her clothes of raven are perfect enough to make her unseen.
Perplexed, cornered, and in the dark,
The girls are trapped and clueless
To know what’s about to happen to them.
Suddenly… the little girl appeared
Right behind their slutty backs,
Remaining silent and
Grasping a clever and hatchet in her hands…
She strikes them.
Repeatedly, she whacks them
With the two large metallic shape blades.
There are sounds of shrill screaming and terrorized crying;
And the sounds of breaking bones and ripping flesh.
The familiar scent of metal and copper flows in the air,
Much to her sweet and delicious revenge.
The blood-thirsty little girl,
As she continues to slaughter them,
Screamed, “Die, Bleed, Die! Die, Bleed, Die!”
Crimson liquid is splattered on the walls
And even on herself, but she could care less about that.
She truly loves being covered in blood,
Blood from her victimizers and tormentors.
The crimson liquid is actually her favorite beverage.
To finish it all, she takes an amputation saw… and then…
She begins to sever their–
Their limbs.
Panting, after using all her energy to massacre,
She stares at the dead and slaughtered bodies
Of her tormentors.
So much blood, so much flesh, and so much broken bones;
The sadness, the terror, and the pain in their faces,
It all desires her so damn much.
The Dark Scene is complete.
Gathering her bloodied weapons,
The little girl turns around and departs,
Leaving them to rot in Hell.
She appears underneath the moonlight
And a sweetly sinister sneer appears on her bloodstained facade.
When she looks at you… she will put her finger to her lips,
Warning you that you see nothing…Or else the same terror will come to you.
Then, she will face away and stroll away.
And remember the fact,
Sometimes the innocent ones can hide a dark and fatal secret.
If you see this little girl…
BEWARE!
Do not make her mad and do not tell
Or else
A Dark Scene will be performed on you,
And she will live happily ever ever.
Oh, and before this story ends…
That little girl is…
*static*