You're a hopeless nightmare

[morganandbilliehhh]

Nothing like a bright and beautiful day...oh and don't forget the freezing cold weather. This was the suckiest weather in history, well for Autumn it was... Most of the time if the house wasn't at 78 degrees she would be freezing her ass off, pissing off everyone in the house. it made everyone mad and made her irritated too. so as you can guess she owns a lot of blankets.

Things haven't been going so well for her lately. her ex had been beginning to talk to her again.. just like everything was perfectly fine and that it always had been. Sometimes she just prayed for a miricle... even though she was an athiest and didn't believe in that type of stuff. So here we go. Autumn woke up at about 3 in the afternoon. Not unusual considering she had been up til four in the morning watching south park, and she had been having total insomnia for the past few weeks. Maybe it was her ex or it was her mom coming home drunk every night. Her life was a mess. She needed to get away with it.

As she woke up she realized that her mother wasn't even home. Shrugging she stepped out of her bed onto the cool hard wood floor. The soles of her feet were now completely frozen, at least to her it was. Walking into the bathroom she stared at herself in the mirror. God she was so different without makeup. She did her daily routiene of shower, blowdryer, starightener, brush teeth, face wash, and then dioderant, followed by the ever so important makeup. Nothing fancy. Foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara. She rarely laid on the eyeliner thin. It was always so thick. She had no idea why she just liked it that way. Smiling at herself in the mirror she stepped outside and into her bedroom. looking at her clothing selections. She figured she would throw on some regular skinny jeans, t-shirt, jeans, and converse. Oh and don't forget the two jackets.

Grabbing her keys, Autumn walked out the door and into the cold. It was getting slightly closer to spring and so the weather wasn't as cold as it usually was. She smiled as she wasn't exactly freezing like her usual self. Hoping into her car she figured she would enjoy some common colorado scenery. Since they were in Aspen what else could she do?

Driving through the place she found a cliff side. She stepped out of her car and smiled as she looked down below at the city. It was truely a pretty site, too bad the cold wanted to kill her. She looked to the left and saw a small park. it looked very nice, close to the place she used to go camping with her dad. Walking down towards it she figured a few moments alone in the wilderness couldn't hurt, and besides it was pretty close to the cliff drop so it wouldn't be hard to get back to her car. She locked the car and took her keys with her of course and walked down toward the park. As she appoached it she hummed lightly as there was no sight of human life anywhere. She sat on a snowless bench and looked around her. it was truely beautiful out there.



i believe i told some lies /billeh. im holding onto all i had /554.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /outfit.
saying sorry for when i was bad /notes. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !?

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[morganandbilliehhh]

Robert was walking through the park. It was rather odd for him to be out in the daylight, figuring he hated the daytime and how many people there were outside. He fucking hated people so much. Flicking his black hair in front of his eyes he put his ski mask over him his normally really dull eyes bright against the white snow. Fuck, he hated Colorado so much, but he liked the coldness of it. Especially at night. The cold, nighttime air against his skin made him feel alive, but yet dead at the same time. It was a perfect combination for him. Dead and Living. Two of his favorite things of all time.

Breathing in the cold air it stung his throat. He grinned and started to climb up the tree. His leg slipping his jeans ripped and cut open his knee. He breathed in sharply at the pain, but ignored it and kept climbing. As he got up to the top of the tree he sat down and examined his wound. Glaring at it he ran his finger across it and smeared the blood. Taking his fingers he started to make a sort of design over his leg with his blood. Extending his leg to look at the design he watched as his blood went from a dark red color to a light red as it dried up quickly with the cold air. Exaiming his hand he smirked and licked his fingers clean. He was starting to get calm by the smell of blood and the slight taste of it as it hit his tongue. When he heard a noise.

Turning his head very sharply he suddenly got closer to the tree to be hidden. Luckily the tree was darker in color, and he was so high up that if the person who was making the slight noise didn't look up he would be just fine. Watching as someone pulled in the car Robert narrowed his eyes. What the fuck were they doing here? Didn't they know that this was his park? Keeping his eyes narrowed he watched as a girl exited the car. She had the long scene hair and the thick eyeliner. he felt like he wanted to hiss at the girl, but it would do no good what so ever due to the fact she couldn't hear him. Groaning slightly he reached into his pockets and pulled out two leather, studded black gloves and slipped them on his hands. Smirking he pulled his ski mask down over his face. As he looked down he realized he wasn't wearing a shirt and that he was just wearing a regular black jacket. So his chest was exposed.

His chest was really nothing to look at it. He didn't have a six pack. He never wanted to focus on his chest muscles, he more focused on his arm muscles which were actually quite big in comparasion to his chest. Looking at it he shrugged. He hated the thought of seeing a woman naked. He shivered at the thought. He wasn't gay, but he just didn't see any human being appealing at all. Not even himself. He thought every single human deserved to die.

Even him.

He whispered to himself "There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and it's filled with people who are filled with shit, And the vermin of the world inhabit it, but not for loooong!"

[/i] He grinned as he quoting his alltime hero. Sweeney Todd. He kept repeating that line over and over as he climbed down the tree silently and quickly. Making sure that the girl who was now seated at the bench did not see him. Turning he ran through the forest and took the back way. All the way his leg shooting up bullets of pain through his body. He ignored it though. Why the fuck should he worry abotu pain now when a perfect victim awaited him? He smirked and he kept whispering that Sweeney Todd lyric over and over. As he reached where he figured the girl would be sitted he walked out of the forest quietly and peeked behind a tree and grinned to find out he guessed where she would be seated exactly right.

Well, he should know. This was his home after all. This park was his domain. His area.

Walking across the snow queitly he reached into his back jean pocket and pulled out a rather medium sized night and saw as it glistened as he walked over the snow and the sun shone it. Even though it was daylight he knew he would be okay. Because who the hell would come to a park in the fucking winter?

Stupid, stupid girl. Didn't she ever read any horror stories?

Coming up behind her, literally about five inches away he took his knife and quickly he took his arm and wrapped it around her throat and put it against her neck and said "You scream, I slit." His voice had a slight eerieness to it that caused people to often shiver.

Than in a low whisper he got close to her ear and whispered "There's a hole in the world like a great black pit,and it's filled with people who are filled with shit,and the vermin of the world inhabit it,but not for loooong!" He grinned as his face was about an inch away from her cheek, his breath showing in the cold and landing against her pale cheek.

This was going to be fun.
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[morganandbilliehhh]

Holy shit she was hating her life. Things just weren't going right. Nothing at all. she hated her life so much she wished she was low enough to hurt herself vonluntarily but she just couldn't do it. She didn't have the guts to. Pain wasn't the greatest thing to come around the block for her, neither was cold weather of course. But now she was beginning to wonder why she was here in the middle of no where all by herself. And at the rate that she was going at, this would have nightmare written all over it in about ten minutes. this had really been the next out of a few times where suicide was a definate option for her. She hated how she looked, her family was torn apart, she was stuck in a dead end city with crashing grades, no guy found her attractive. What did she really have to live for anyways?

Autumn lowered her head down onto her lap, her arms covering her head, she felt tears begin to come down her face, though she was crying, it was warming up her face against her legs. She didn't want to look up into the sky to see the bright sun and feel the cold air against the damp places on her cheeks. Standing up she walked around to look at more of the scenery. Well, it looked like a freezing hell to her. Her own vision of hell was to be stuck somewhere like this... for the rest of her life.

Sometimes she wished that she could go back into time and fix all the wrongs. But she thought about how she would have never learned anything if she didn't make any mistakes...and she wouldn't be contemplating suicide right now. She sat back down against the bench and felt another tear fall out of her left eye. She had read somewhere when you cry, if your crying out of sadness the tear comes out of the left eye first, then if crying out of happiness the tear comes out of the right eye. Her whole life she didn't even know her right eye could make a tear. Her life was screwed up.

Taking out a cigarette Autumn lit it up. She had told herself she would quit, and though she would have to do it cold turkey so her mom wouldn't find out (why would she care anyway?) and she wouldn't get in so much trouble, but she just couldn't do it. Right now this cigarette was the best thing to happen to her in a week. Theses weren't even her cigarettes. They were her moms. And she was pretty sure her mom was going to do one of two things. 1. find no cigarettes and just go and buy more cigarettes, or 2. find no cigarettes, blame it on her(even though it's the truth) and ground her for eternity. Autumn just wondered why her mother even bothered anymore. Her mother was basically the only family she had in the country. The rest had all migrated to Canada. Was she the only warm person in the whole fucking family?

Autumn sighed and took a long hit from the cigarette. Letting it out she smiled brightly. The cigaretted just tasted so good on her tongue, and the smoke soothed her throat as it exited her body as gracefully as a life long ballerina. She closed her eyes for a mere second and then heard a twig crack. She turned her head to the side suddenly. She didn't see a single thing and so of course she didn't think anything of it. Shrugging she sighed and laid her head back staring at the sun.

Lifting her head back up she was starled and faced with one of the scariest things she's ever had to encounter.

A guy, couldn't be over thirty...hell couldn't be over 25 held a sharp knife against her neck. She felt the pressure of the knife against her throat. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out deeply. She closed her eyes and her lip trembled. her cigarette in her hand fell out and into the snow, completely disenegrated into the snow. And all of a sudden... something she never would have expected happened.

A tear lightly fell out of her right eye... She was crying of happiness? How. how the fuck could she be?! She listened as the man spoke, his voice seemed almost seductive but not enough to make a whore out of her. She listened to him quote something. She turned her head slightly. "are you....are you quoting Sweenie Todd...?" She studdered her words gently but didn't give off much fear as she was sure he was exactly hoping for.

But still...how in the world could she be crying out of happiness? Could it be the fact that she wanted to die and a suicide seemed too...violent? Not like homocide was any better but it was better to say to her mother and she wouldn't say something like "That fucking child was a piece of shit anyways." and this was all the truth. She would say "oh my baby is gone!" or some type of mothery thing like mothers are suppost to react like whenever their child is hurt or dying. But the more Autumn thought about it, the more she really did want to die. "go ahead... kill me. It's not like i really care. Everyone can fuckin die themselves, why do you think i'm any different from the rest?" for being a mere second away from death she was being pretty calm... this was definately strange but she didn't notice.

her bright blue eyes looking into the deep brown eyes of the man. She realized that he had no shirt on underneath his jacket. Wasn't he cold?! She shivered a little at that thought. Her biggest fear was to be stranded in the freezing cold with no way to get back to civilization. another example of her own personal hell. Now all she had to wait for was the decision of this stranger. Was he really going to kill her, or just make it seem that way so she would be scared and he could get some type of self satisfaction? She waited patiently but sooner or later if he didn't do anything she would just insist for him to kill her. It would be much quicker and she would be out of her unbearable misery.

[morganandbilliehhh]

As he stood there with the knife against this girls neck his mind flashed back to memories of him as a young child. Well, young for him. He was about twelve years old in this flashback he was having. His eyes going wide he was remembering the day his father took a knife and pinned his son against a wall and stabbed the wall surronding him threating to make it land in the middle of his heart. As his father stabbed closer and closer to his body Robert learned to just relax and look at his father. His eyes blank and no emotion. His father glared at his son and kept stabbing even faster, and harder. Finally he pulled the knife back and stabbed his son right in the wrist. Robert let out a cry of pain.

He came back quickly from the flashback.

He was back in the coldness with the knife against the young girls throat. He stared at her as she stared at him. His eyes now no longer blank of emotion, but filled with anger and incredible sadness. His wrist started to throb and he looked at it and saw the scar on it. His eye twitched slightly looking at one of the many scars he have recieved from his family. Than again, he couldn't cry or show any emotion. He was a 'man' after all. Men don't show emotion! Men never show emotion. Especially sadness. That emotion was always extremly restricted from his household. Never allowed, and it was never allowed to enter his soul ever again.

Clutching his knife tightly as it was pressed against this young girls neck he suddenly was arisen from his flashbacks by her speaking words. He stared at her as she asked if he was quoting Sweeney Todd. Looking at her he said sharply "Of course that is damn Sweeney Todd. Who else would it be? Justin fucking Bieber?" Pressing the neck harder against her neck he watched as he penetrated it slightly so it would make a small amount of blood to trickle out. His eyes following the small amount of blood that left her body he took his free hand and ran it over the blood and smeared it down her neck, and than moved his finger back up so he made a slight design on her neck with her blood. Smiling he looked at his finger and wiped the remains of it on her cheek. Turning his head slightly he smiled at her creepily.

He than whispered in her ear "Your blood is the smoothest I have felt recently."

[/i] He smiled and looked at her and than he was really surprised when he said just to kill her. Raising his eyebrows he said "You would actually like to die, you would actually want me to take this knife, slice it across your throat, and have me watch as you die slowly while laughing to myself and taking your body and rolling it off that cliff over there as I watch your body roll down and I take off my ski mask and have my hair start flowing beside me and your blood is staining my face and hands. Is that how you would like to go?"

He grinned and said "Because I would love to see you go like that.." He looked at her and tilted his head to the side and licked the small amoung of blood he left on her cheek off. He grinned again and whispered "Oh you are so correct, you have nothign to live for. Nothing at all. You are just a useless piece of shit that live in this overpopulated planet. So no one would fucking miss you if you left."[/i]He smiled and took his knife and poked another small hole in her skin and took his finger and ran her own blood over her skin.

Looking at the ground than back at her and said "You weren't as fun as I thought you were going to be hun. I thought you were going to throw more of a battle. Curse, kick, hell even scream when I put this knife against you. A slight fight for your life would've made this much more entertaining for me you see?"

He shrugged and said "No matter, I can just sit her and poke holes in your neck like a vampire and make designs over your neck and after I will kill you I can carve my name either in your chest or stomach." He giggled and said "I am no pervert, but it would make such an interesting front story you know?"

His eyes gleaming he said loudly proudly "Scene girl dies with the name 'Robert' carved into her stomach. Police saw it was a very gruesome death. Wouldn't that be such a marvelous headline? You'd be famous! You'd be popular!"

He moved his mouth right against her ear and whispered "Yet you will never live to see or hear such a wonderful funeral and headline." He smiled at her again and whispered "Are you sure you don't want to fight now?" He moved his head and with his free hand moved down his mask and lightly kissed the side of the girls head. He also slowly breathed in her scent. He moved his mask to cover his face again.

God, she smelled so good. He missed doing this. He missed feeling the fear or depression off of people. [/size][/blockquote]