Bloodshot Travis (Alternate Version)

As Travis was five years old, he has physical weakness, Travis' heart condition can lead to many drastic consequences on his health. The symptoms include: Shortness of breath, especially with exertion; Fatigue; Heart palpitations or abnormal heart rhythms (arrhythmias); A bluish discoloration of the lips and skin caused by low oxygen (cyanosis); His Parents, Gabriela and Joshua had been working a lot to gain money for his treatment, and sometimes, Becky had to watch him, this story begins as when Travis was eight,
"Travis, go down to the basement to play with your toys while Becky goes outside to play, we certainly don't want you're heart condition acting up," his mother tells him as she puts her hands slightly onto her hips like so, Travis runs down and grabs his stuffed bear named Gregory, he cries onto it, "I wish i was like the other kids! I hate my condition!" he yells into his teddy, soon his father comes down, "Son! Stop making all this racket!" he scolds him firmly, and he straightens his mustache, "Sorry.. Papa." Travis whispers a apology so quiet not even he could realize he even apologized,
Soon Becky comes down to tell Travis his dinner was ready, When Travis came, it was his favorite dish, Chicken soup, he slurped it so quickly in enjoyment, "Travian Jones! Quit slurping! It is horrible manners," his mother scolded him, "Mama, may Natalie Bell come over for a sleepover?" Becky asked, so nicely her parents couldn't even grasp the words no, "oh of course dear," her father responded, "erm, could I join the sleepover too?" Travis asked nervously, he never does any exciting things,
"Oh son.. That is a no, your heart condition.." his father trailed off, he clutched his right hand onto his hand to cover up his guiltiness to Travis, "Papa, i promise.. I promise ill be good," he tried to change the answer, "Travis, a no is a no," his mother told him firmly, "besides, they need their girl time," his mother backed up the answer, "Fine, I'll just play with Gregory, you'll all be jealous!" Travis pleaded, as he left the table and went to the basement, (his room) and grabbed his teddy bear Gregory and tried making a pillow fort with his only blanket he had and a few pillows and his emergency pillow her his conditions, his parents were certainly the over-protective type, and he tried to wipe his tears, "don't worry Gregory, we're having so much fun, Becky and her friend is probably not, heh.." He told Gregory,
Soon the next week, Travis snuck into Becky's room, and shook her from her sleep, "Travie? What are you doing out of the base- I mean your room?" Becky asked in shock, "I can't sleep," he said, "but.. Alright fine, let's go down to your room" she said,
And they slept together,
9 years later
When Travis was now 17,
And soon Becky was leaving to college and Travis would be alone, Travis loved Becky,
And the day of her leaving, Travis was heartbroken
Becky hugged Travis tight, and Travis with a red T-shirt with dark red stripes and dark blue jeans, "Becky, don't leave me here," he begged out, "Travie, it'll be okay," she told him, "I told you to stop calling me that, heh," he giggled, but he stopped as she grabbed her bags and officially left,
Later that night, Travis was not fine, he literally was crying in the living room as he watched Elmo, his parents were arguing in the kitchen about how he would feel now, as Becky had just left to college, Travis couldn't stand the arguing and Becky leaving, he then worked himself to a heart attack, he didn't think this was him killing himself yet, until he started it, he started dying, he clutched his hands onto his chest, he regretted this immediately, then he collapsed to the ground, Soon his parents found him on the floor, they panicked to death, his mother was terrified, and his father declared he died, his father was losing his sanity, he foolishly thought of a idea, they'd hide him in the basement, he didn't want anybody in the neighborhood to know about this, "Joshua, thats a-" and the father slapped her mouth shut before she finished, "I don't care, now you will be quiet about this or else, I'll Kill you.." he said so insanely the mother couldn't bring herself to talk back,
And soon, they all kept quiet, but in the morning, they dug a grave and put him in,
But soon, Travis woke up buried alive, he scrambled the dirt and finally was free, he coughed some dirt out of his mouth, and he then left, and by the morning his parents saw he escaped, and soon, Travis had dyed his hair blonde, and he bought a apartment, his neighbor was Robert Allen, who made many complaints to him, Travis then lost his sanity, he was pure claustrophobic and lost it, he then went to Roberts house and attempted to kill him, but Robert grabbed his pistol, but Travis then Travis snaps Roberts legs, which now Robert couldn't move, he snarled in agony and pain, Travis then grabbed a fork and stabbed his stomach and ripped the fork out and ripped all his organs out, he couldn't bring himself to eat them, but he still touched them, the slimy organs with gushing blood in it, the sliced them open and the blood gushed out, the sweet blood smelled amazing to Travis, he put it up to his noe, he then shoves his hand in Roberts mouth and pulled out his whole entire spine, and Robert was almost just a disgusting skin suit, and Travis's eyes were now bloodshot, and he sometimes cries blood, which he doesn't mind, he killed his first victim, and Travis Jones was no more, he had no more sanity, he now kills people and he loves the smell of blood, he loves it so so much,
Soon he realizes a small child who looked much like Robert came down, he looked like an eight year old carrying a teddy bear, "who.. Who are you.." he said, then he saw his dead father's corpse, his eyes widened in fear, "Oh sweet child, It's past your bedtime.." Travis had then grabbed the child's neck and grabbed a knife, and he slices his chest and stomach in the middle, and throws the knife, he grabs his organs out in delight, he smelled them, the child was on the edge of death, and Travis grabbed his heart and yanked it out, and it was beating smaller and smaller, and it stopped, and the boy was dead, Travis left the corpse with the other, and he still kept the heart, it was lovely, "aw, don't worry, your funeral will be fun, besides. You cant spell Funeral without Fun!" and Travis started giggling and he had then left,
And before he kills you, he'll tell you briefly, "It's past your bedtime.."
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:MARY SUE ALERT
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:SUPR SKAREY IMAG