Based on a real story, (not the killing, just the psychological bullying)
My name is Laia, i'm a cis girl, and I’m from Europe, Spain. Today I am 16 years old, I’m going to tell you the story of what happened to me…
It’s hard to remember all of that tragedy, it started around… 3 years ago..? Around that time… Today she might be around 15 or 16 years old.
I will start off with how I met her. We were starting the first day of Highschool, she was 12 years old, we started in September, ending the summer vacations. She was a social and happy child, I rarely or never saw her sad. I met her weeks after starting the 1st year. We were close months later. We hung out most of the weekend, only both of us. She was smart but also very lazy. She liked to draw, paint, dance, sing and write. She had dark, wavy, dark brown hair. Her eyes were Innocent and dark brown. She always had a smile on her face. Also she always wore different outfits everyday that looked cute on her.
I remember at that time I had blonde hair and short hair, around my shoulders. I also have gray eyes.
Then the second year came… That was one of her worst years… In that year, she told me that she came back to be a fan of stories called Creepypasta, it seems that she liked it so much, also she did draws of her favorite ones. The sad part is that I found a new friend's group, she didn’t like them. It was because all her life was around bullies, people who think they are superior… And all of them were girls, that’s why she sometimes is uncomfortable around girls, until she meets them and sees how they are in reality. The thing is, that she was very observant, so with eye to eye contact or just seeing them, she can know if the person is a good or bad person, or just if they have something that seems not good. Is that why she hated my group? In my point of view they seem like good people, but not to her… I ignored her… And we go our different ways.
But then, around the second quarter of high school, she left one of those Creepypasta draws.
The next day the drawing disappeared, she was very sad because of it. In English class, in the middle of it, our classmates were passing one by one a paper, they were laughing at it. She could see one thing… It was her drawing, so she got up from her seat and she snatched her drawing from one of our classmates very angry. Then… It was the worse part. All the class were staring at her laughing and saying to break it because it was scary. Also saying to her that she was a satanic and witch… Everyday that classroom was very annoying, because everyone bothered her and made fun of her. I felt very bad for her, but I couldn’t do anything…
One day she wasn’t the innocent kid I met. Her look was dead, she was very cold and serious. She made herself very introverted.
Third year started, I was very worried about her. But I noticed that she no longer wore the clothes that made her cute. She wore more black clothes with stripes. Her most used outfit was a very light gray short sleeves shirt, black shorts with black boots, accompanied by a dark gray jacket with tiny stripes a lighter color, the sleeves were black and white stripes, also her hood was like the sleeves. She also cut her hair and made a natural bang on the right side, with a black cross hairpin.
She still was a Creepypasta fan, the teasing towards her continued day by day, but she was in her own world inside her head.
Her favorite subjects were English (or most of the languages), math and some human anatomy. Her favorite part of the body are the bones, she loved the whole skeleton.
I remember I was at the back of the classroom, and her in the first line. I always wore long hair with a back bun and I dyed my hair orange. I also made myself two piercings on the left ear, they were shaped like a ring, small, and they were situated… In the part below the ear? I don’t know how to describe it… Sorry… Anyway.
She was alone the whole time writing, but she was a little scared of people because of what she had to go through, so she stayed in the music room playing some music. I remember one day I had to give the music teacher some documents. I saw her playing a rare instrument. I went to her and I said “Wow. You play it very well, what’s the name of the thing?” She didn’t even looked at me. In those times, she had difficulties looking at the face or eyes of the other people, so I understand it… So she answered “Kalimba…” Then she ignored me and kept playing it, so by that gesture I knew that she wanted to be alone, so I left without saying a word.
One day, she wasn’t early in class, like she always does, I thought that she was feeling sick. Then after a week, I knew something was wrong…
Days later, I saw on the news “A HUGE BURN IN A HOUSE!!”... I couldn’t believe it… It was her house!! How was that possible?! “No deaths or people were found inside… Maybe the house was abandoned, we don’t have much information or why the house was in huge flames, so it has been very complicated to fight the fire, so when the firemen are finished completely, we will have to get inside to make an investigation… But with the huge fire, It will be almost impossible to find any proof… We will start recording it when the fire is out, and it’s safe to get inside the house.”
I had no words, I was frozen, I wanted to cry and scream… if there was no one… Then… Where was she?! Was she death?! Was she alive somewhere?!
Fourth year started, I tried to forget about her… Then to be distracted, I went to a nightclub that was next to my house.
I got inside and I saw everyone smiling and happily dancing non-stoping. I said to myself “Okay Laia… You have to be distracted for almost some hours… Just… Be with someone or dance.” That made me feel better than I was before…
Hours later, the music stopped, I was confused, so I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom to calm down and breathe. I went back, and everyone was very mad, the DJ wasn’t there and there wasn’t music, there were people very angry and some of them were screaming mad. I covered my ears, “this is not what i wanted…” I thought…
I saw something strange… A symbol of a heart… And, a phrase “Hey… Dance…”
At that moment I was thinking “What the hell is happening here?”.
I was with my group, the one she had her weird suspicions about. I turned around so I could see them. I was staring at them sad, because I noticed that they were saying secrets and looking at me weird… Now I know I should’ve listened to her.
I heard a weird noise of the huge disco ball, that huge ball was on top of my group. Then… The ball got down, breaking the rope that held it. I blinked, and I saw the ball on the floor, with some blood below it… The group had been crushed by this ball… Then… Then the girl appeared on top of the ball. She had jumped off the roof… Like she did this. She looked at me with her dead look, and whispered to me “I told you…” I had to read her lips…
I was and I am sure that she was that person… The same clothes… The light T-shirt, the jacket with the stripes, the shorts, the boots… But… She had a huge burn on the right of her face covered by a bandage.
She picked up a small disco ball then, she threw it and… An explosion appeared… Many teenagers were terrified, dead, frozen, crying or screaming. There were more teenagers that she thought were bad people. So she picked up a baseball that she had on her back, picked up the small disco ball, and hit it with the bat, like in a baseball game hitting a home run, getting to where they were, causing the teenagers to get shot, burned or their corpses… I was terrified… She made that… I couldn’t believe it… She was so innocent… And now she was a… Killer? A monster? But... She seemed like a 15 or 16 years old girl... Why..?
I don’t know now how to think about her, I just don’t want to see her ever again…
So I won’t go anymore to any nightclubs.
I'm already going to a psychologist to help me get rid of her and what happened. I can see that it's working, since I don't remember her name...
By: Pau0615
Date: 15/02