Today my dear CLARISSA has made an offer: Why not write about me killing her in my blog??
So yes, I shall.
ONce upon a time...that was neither yesterday or today but eternally present, there lived a younginnocentgirl named CLASASA.

But her pitifully short 14 year old life was about to come to an end. A prisoner escaped from the nearby mental hospital. WHOOPS.

Seeing the little Clasasa, the mentally unstable escapee followed her home after her softball practice. When finally, there was no one around, she took out 2 metres length of rope and some tape, then grabbed the unsuspecting Clasasa from behind. She tied her down and taped her mouth shut. But the Clasasa girl wasn't going without a fight. She begin to whine through the tape. "Help meeEEeeeEEE"....until the escapee found it annoying and took out a sewing needle and thread. She literally sewed her mouth shut, beginning from the bottom lip and then pushing through upwards to the upper lip, ignoring the blood and the half-sewn screams that were being emmitted by her victim.

After finishing her sewing, she then proceeded to take other things out of her bag. I bet Mrs.Sin will be proud of my sewing skillsA tweezer. She began to pluck every single strand of her head right out of her head, a process which took 5 hours, but she didn't care. She enjoyed witnessing the girl's pain, as if it mirrored her own.

After that she took a lighter and began to heat a piece of aluminium tin can with it. When it was hot, she pressed it firmly onto the girl's face, ever so carefully. When she released the can, her victim's face was black and red all over.my favorite colours! Cackling to herself, she took out a knife. A sharp gleaming piece of metal. <3 She stood up and started on the difficult job of skinning her ALIVE. Little by little, she cut her skin ever so slowly, making sure the skin didn't break. Soon, it was nightfall, and Clasasa was just flesh all over, her face streaked with tears of EXCRUCIATING pain. After skinning her, the mad person cut into her abdomen carefully, intricatingly, until it revealed her intestines. By now the dear Clasasa was going in and out of conciousness, minutes away from death.

She pulled out the intestines and used them as rope instead of the normal ropes that bound her victim. The small intestine she kept for herself. She sat down, suddenly ravenous, and started chewing on the blood-soaked guts. Bite after delicious bite, oblivious to the blood running down her cheeks. With that finished, she ripped open her chest and found lovely ribcages. Breaking them one by one, she eventually found the heart, pulsating angrily, it's last few seconds of living. The escapee smiled, then placed her hand on her heart, suffocating it, until it stopped beating.

Knowing there was only a few minutes until Clasasa had no oxygen going through her, she quickly gouged out her eyeballs with her fingers, prying it out. Her victim still could feel a little, and her body jerked in response to the pain. Finding this irritating, she deftly chopped her limbs off with her butcher knife. 10 seconds left till this girl went to heaven.

Feeling a sudden gush of sympathy, the mental patient took out her last weapon to put out this girl's pain: a 4.5 revolver.

Aiming accurately at her frontal lobe, she fired, the noise so disturbing that she had to sit down. Fortunately, no one heard the shot that clearly, them being in a deserted place. As she looked at the brains that spewed out from the hole in her head, the last moments of life that still lingered in her mangled remains of her body, she began the journey home.

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She went to school as usual, with the excuse that she had visited her aunt in Australia during a family emergency, and stayed there for 3 months. At the news of her classmate's death, they all gathered at her grave and exchanged messages of goodwill. But her, looking at the faces of those around, suddenly noticing that this crowd included the ones that have caused her pain and suffering, suddenly broke down in the middle of the field. Suddenly she screamed. "I wanted them to feel my pain, not you! I'm so sorry..." Then, before anyone could react, she took out a 4.5 revolver, then aimed it at two girls, with faces of guilt and fear.The noise, ever disturbing, combined with the deep sound of the church bells and thesun setting over the blood of black hearts, made her make a decision.

"I took your blood, Clarissa. You deserve to have mine now."

That gunshot.

Ever disturbing.