Driven to Insanity..

I saw her die, you know. I had a friend named Maya; she was very friendly, very into reading. She would read just about anything, but she developed a taste for creepy-pastas. Gore, blood, murder. Maya went from pretty and cool to a little creepy. Her art was beautiful, but it slowly became very disgusting and twisted; dying animals and people, disturbing creatures, any on the creepy side. To say the least, Maya was obsessed, and lost popularity. I was one of the only people who would listen to her rant about the latest creepy-pasta she read, and apparently, she had gotten into Animal Jam themed creepy-pastas. I actively played on Animal Jam, and she started reciting one of her favourites, twisting my favourite game slowly. I flipped, telling her to shut up and that I didn't want to hear it. Maya couldn't ruin Animal Jam for me. She ran off, and a few people patted me on the back.. "She's weird." "She's insane." "Creepy freak!" "Good job telling her off." "We were doubting you, Kayla!"

She didn't come to school for the next few days. On Instagram, she tagged me in a picture of a bleeding wolf, it's eyes missing. It was hand-drawn by her, I could tell, and it was of my wolf. "I'm learning to code and hack, Kayla. You were my only friend, and I have no one now.  You betrayed me, Kayla.  You're dead!!  #death"

I avoided my iPod for a little while, but still went on Animal Jam now and then. One day, there was an update in the news, talking about the new video area. Visiting it, I checked out the videos, and saw a picture of Maya's face. I closed it down, and considered leaving. But, if she really did learn to hack and code, she could hack me instantly. Besides, this was the internet. I couldn't honestly hurt myself, right? I clicked back onto the movie shelf and clicked the video. Maia was grinning widely into the camera, giggling in a bit of a girly tone. "Oh, hi, Jammers! A real life creepy-pasta video for all my special, special, special fans!  Behind me, I have my little friend for the story!" she hummed, stepping aside and showing her younger brother, Jake. He was gagged and tied to a chair. "This little man said I was insane! Creepy-pastas don't make you crazy, I love them!  This will make a great story!" Maya squealed, picking up a pair of kitchen scissors. "Mommy and daddy aren't home, but they'll love what I do to the kid.." the girl laughed, driving the scissors into his left eye, dragging them through the flesh and right into his cheek, cutting off the gag. The gag falling off, his sobs and wails could be heard as blood gushing from his cut and impossibly wounded eye. She continued dragging it lower, the scissors digging deeper into his flesh. Maya cut his shirt, cutting about in his stomach, making a massive wound in his stomach.

"STOP! MAYA!  STOP IT, IT HURTS, MAYA, YOU'RE KILLING ME, I'M DYING!" he screamed, but she just giggled and stabbing him violently in the lips, driving it into the back of his throat until his vomited up blood and, well, puke. Taking out the filthy scissors, she stabbed them back into his gut, plucking out and cutting up his organs. Maya was soaked in blood now, as was e-everything. I wanted to stop watching, but I was mesmerized. He fell limp, and she snipped the scissors twice before dropping them, trembling and sobbing. She collapsed, falling to her knees, covering her eyes and weeping softly.

"I killed him.." she groaned. "I did it. The bullies made me.  The voices.  Kayla made me.  She abandoned me.  She lied to me.  I hate Kayla.  Kayla is not my friend!  KAYLA, I AM COMING FOR YOU!" Maya screamed, grabbing the scissors and stabbing the monitor, and the video ended. I forgot to mention I was home alone, roughly around 9:00PM, laying in bed with a laptop cradled on my lap. I heard soft knocks on my door. Oh, no.