I am a victim of pain… and Sorina Luminita was a person I thought of as a friend…
At one point in time.
She was beautiful. Always had been. Like a model straight out of a magazine. She has jet-black hair and red eyes. And her eyes have a certain depth to them like they can see straight through to your soul… and rip it out when your back was turned, though she was always too nice for that.
Or so I thought.
Sorina had been my best friend before. Had watched over me, always came over and checked on me. Made sure i took my medication. You see, i am sick. I have an eating disorder that can sometimes prevent me from eating. And when i do eat during one of my “episodes” I throw-up blood. Heavily.
And Sorina is always there during this. She would watch with growing anticipation and encourage me to get it all out. I thought she was being a good friend. She was always careful to make sure no blood was on me when i finished and would tell me to go lay on my bed and listen to music to relax. And i would. As I stared at my ceiling every time this happened, I would hear a woman singing. Her voice was so calming and beautiful, I would catch myself hugging my speakers when the songs were over… and then i would realize there wasn’t suppose to be a female singer in this song.
I would dash out of my room to tell Sorina, but she would always be gone, with a note saying she went out to grab a bite. It never made sense to me. She knew she was welcome to whatever was in the house, but she always insisted on eating alone… away from people. She wouldn’t even eat at school. I had never seen Sorina eat, but I thought nothing of it.
I never noticed how all the blood splatter around the house would mysteriously disappear when Sorina left… or how she would gaze at my blood when I would throw it up. Her staring at my blood vessels during gym. And I never thought of how strange her red eyes were. I thought she was amazing. Then again, she was from Romania, and I had a strange obsession with Romanians. I still do, though i am more cautious.
Her accent always seemed to bring people closer to her, and she would always have me speak for her when they started trying to touch her. I would ask why, and she said it was because she wanted people to hear my beautiful voice too.
Sorina never sang around me. I thought she was shy. I only ever caught her singing one time, and i will never forget the horror of her face. I had snuck-up behind her beautiful singing and hugged her, telling her how amazing she was. She had been singing out of my window, and I could hear the people of my neighborhood cheering to hear more, almost begging. She would only close the window, and then she turned to me so quickly and with such rage, I thought she was possessed.
Sorina yelled at me to never do that again, because her singing would hurt me if I listened. That, if she ever hurt me, she would never forgive herself. And I had never seen Sorina mad before. She had pushed me away and screamed that it hurt to be near me sometimes because she knew it was going to kill me. That she was hungry and wanted something… She never told me what that something was.
I had tried calming her down and offering food, but she pushed me hard enough to knock me into a wall and make my head bleed. I closed my eye as my forehead oozed blood. Sorina was horror-struck. I wasn’t mad that she had hurt me, just afraid that she was worried. i was honestly fine. I had always been a fast-healer and got injured all the time. I never understood it. I’ve never broken a bone or anything, except maybe my nose… and even then… somehow, my nose healed within a few days, instead of weeks or months. So I would always just crack my nose back into place myself and not breathe through it for a while.
And I was use to pain… i had grown to like it. I was a suicidal, i admit. I also had a craving to hurt myself or others on occasion. And I loved that feeling. Sorina sometimes would help me hurt myself, so long as she never saw me bleed. But, she had never ACTUALLY hurt me. Till now.
I tried telling her that I was alright, that I liked it… but she had only pulled her hair, gripped her stomach, and whispered “Blood…no.” Before running out of my house.
I couldn’t follow her.. she always said the places she goes are not to be seen by my eyes. it was sacred or something. I only laid on the floor and gazed up at the moon in horror as I swear it began turning the shade of blood.
I didn’t see Sorina for weeks after that. I called her a few times. She only answered once. She cried about how sorry she was for hurting me and how she couldn’t see me anymore until all this had passed. I had been so confused and just went with it. She ranted for hours about her sisters and how I could never be around them anymore because they were dangerous too. How I couldn’t hurt myself for a while because it would call them over to me. How sorry she was for leaving me in their territory.
And then she hung-up.
Sorina hung-up on me. And left me confused, hurt and blank. I didn’t see her for days again after that call… but her adoptive sisters-Zeeveena from Russia and Rosea from Spain- had watched me alot more intently when they saw my head-wound hadn’t healed. I even thought it was weird. I always healed within a few days, and it had been weeks since Sorina disappeared. But her sisters wouldn’t talk to me anymore. Nobody would… which was fine with me.
I noticed a small tendency to be away from people grow inside of me over the next few days.
I caught myself day-dreaming about cutting people open and devouring their flesh and blood. It would excite me, and soon I had to stay home from school, the feelings would overpower me so. I would sit in my room and listen to my music in the dark… but the woman’s voice that had always called to me, wasn’t there anymore.It put me in a deep depression and compelled me to believe I was insane… there was no voice. never had been. But I was convinced my house had some sort of demon in it.
I would fall asleep and wake-up with claw-marks all over my legs… back… and stomach. It would burn… and i loved it. I began hurting myself more-often, and my emotions took a turn for the worst. I had gotten so mad at my mother once, I punched her in the face and thought about gutting her like a fish… but her fear of my eyes had stopped me. She said they were a blood red all the way around with a black ring around them…
just like Sorina’s were.
That night, i couldn’t sleep. My brain told me something would happen if i did, that I would miss something big. So I stayed up all night… and nothing but the usual happened. Something would blow-past me and leave scratch-marks… and my furniture would move on it’s own. The next morning, i was tired… anxious… and restless… but I didn’t want to move… like the sun shining on my face made me weak.
I stayed in bed all day until night-fall… never once going to sleep. Around 10:30… I was running and dancing around my room. I had so much energy, and couldn’t sleep. And i wanted to hurt someone. I didn’t think twice when I crept to my mother’s room and laughed darkly, waking her from her deep sleep. I remembered reading about Jeff the killer and how he sometimes gutted his victims… I wanted to do that, but I wanted to do it slowly… controlled…
My mother told me to go to bed and not scare her anymore.
My eyes glazed over as i skipped to the bathroom like a little happy 5 year-old and got-down my mother’s medicine box.
I had taking a nursing class this semester and knew what medicines could paralyze a person… and my mother had three of the 15 I could automatically name. I put them in a glass of water and let them dissolve… before i gave it to her. I told her I was sorry for my behavior and wanted to help her sleep. She drank it greedily as i smiled wickedly in triumph.
i heard Sorina’s voice telling me that once I did this, I couldn’t go back and I nodded. I wanted to kill people… I felt compelled to.
As my mother went limp on her bed and stared at me, totally paralyzed, I ran and fetched my favorite green pocket-knife. I laughed the whole time I cut my mother to pieces.
Sorina’s voice telling me to keep going was music to my ears as I chopped off my mother’s fingers… hands… toes… feet… I skinned her… made her swallow her eyeballs… and finally ripped her intestines out. And she couldn’t move or scream out for help the entire time. the toxins in the medicine worked perfectly. But don’t worry, she was completely aware of what was going on and could feel the pain till she died.
I wanted to lick up her sweet-smelling blood… feel what it was like to be inhuman for once… I nearly cried of joy when I saw Sorina crawl through the window near me. She smiled and told me to go on. It was fine, i was going through a change… It was normal for someone like me… like us.
I happily slurped my mother’s amazing blood. It tasted like sugar.
When I was finished, Sorina told me to change into something I could wear every day.
that we had to leave and go see her sisters. She wanted to introduce me to her family… the family I was joining. I was giddy with joy to just be able to be near her again. So i ran and put-on an outfit Sorina had once given me, pocket-knife in hand. it was a corset with green trimming and leather pants with biker boots and a cloak to rap around my shoulders with a hood. I laughed as we jogged out of my house into the woods. She told me all about her and her sisters. Rosea was a werewolf and Zeeveena was a vampire. They live out in the woods with the creepypastas, causing the unknown deaths in town.
Sorina told me how my blood called to her since we first met, and how when she clawed me those nights before… she was changing me into something like her. Sorina was a cross between a beast and silenced norcarty of hell, and I was becoming one. And how i would be staying with her and the “family” from now on. I only laughed. The family was suck a great bunch. They told me how hunting was only natural, and how I should make my own mark, so the people in town would know who I was. That i needed a new name.
Being from Trinidad and loving pain… loving the way my name sounded when the people I had fought screamed it in anguish… I named myself “Skye the Reaper” My game was stalking around you for a few days… making you know I was coming to get you next. Dropping little notes around your house for you to find… making you think I was saving you from the other creepypastas….
And then paralyzing you for the slaughter.
And to this day… I still do that… loving the way it feels to watch people. Sorina is kind of like my partner in this. We could be watching you right now… be in your room as you read this. Hear that echoing laugh?… Notice the singing, skipping shadow down the hall? Has Jeff payed you a visit recently? How’s about looking under your bed for that note i left you?
just remember… if you find that last note with a red eye and a smile… I am on my way… I could be behind you… right now.