Jamie...

I don't think I have much time, but please, hear me out. It's about Jamie, a friend of mine, and I don't know what became of her. I know she had told me of her problems in her house, and how some people were being terrible to her, but... she was always happy, no matter what happened to her in her life, she always grinned and beared it.
Before this happened, she never got angry, she was always happy, and her emotional state was always stable. This is what I know of what happened to her. As I had said before, she had a lot of problems at home, so she absolutely hated her parents. She told me that they would beat her, throw things at her, humiliate her, and she had no privileges outside the house.
Then one day on the news I saw that both of her parents were brutally mutilated in their home, and Jamie was nowhere to be found. The forensics couldn't find any evidence to help with the case, except that there was a strange unknown gas, and kitchen knives were used. The police then did a search for Jamie, but they never found her, and a couple of policemen were killed by unknown causes. The only thing the forensics found out was that they were killed either by strangling, drowning, or impalement; also that same strange gas was found.
Oh, the door opened. I guess my mom's home from the grocery store, if I find out any more, I'll update this.
Hello, friends.
It's me, Jamie.
No need to fear or fret, my friend Kaytie is alive and well, she's just.... tied up in her own affairs. I'll tell you the whole truth of what happened. What Kaytie told you was indeed the truth, but not the whole story. Yes, my life sucked at home, my parents were retards, and they deserved what came to them.
My elementary school years, everyone hated me, and I had no childhood! I had no friends, and everyone was against me. Even when I did acquire friends, those annoying bastards kept on bullying me, I was so powerless. I did everything to become powerful. Eventually I found my answer.
I had enough of my life in my little reality, so I ran away into the forest. I then made a dramatic encounter with a celestial being that would change my life forever. The being had a bright gleaming face, it was covered in beautiful robes that adorned its beautiful twinkling face. He said he saw my pain, anger, strife, and sadness, so he bestowed me with this power.
I transformed, thus my hair which was once brown became messier and black, my eyes lost color from being blue to just my pupils, which decreased in size, I got dark rings around my eyes, I got sharp fangs, paper white skin, and this one very useful attribute. The attribute that I acquired was this tangible black smoke that can come out of my ears in my control. Before dear Kaytie stated from the TV that my parents were brutally mutilated and I went missing, I killed my parents in a very creative way.
First I went to my father, since I wanted to end him the most. I played around with him like a lion does with it's food. I even so slightly choked him three times with my beautiful ebony smoke, then I cut him with a wide variety of kitchen knives. We had a ton of kitchen knives in our little home, because it always seemed like every Black Friday my mother always wanted a new set of kitchen knives.
There were little knives, big knives, extremely sharp knives, rugged knives, and sickle-shaped knives. I had never been so happy in my life! I held him down with my smoke, and carved into his giant biceps like a ripe juicy apple. The more I cut, the more he screamed, squirmed, and bled. Soon after, the bastard had died.
After I was done, I laughed; I don't think i've ever laughed so much in my life! My mom then came home to see a tall fearful girl covered in blood dart at her with a kitchen knife. I didn't hate her that much, but she was my father's accomplice. I didn't torture her as much, but I slashed her limbs and hung her.
I then ran off back into the woods I had came from, the only place I could ever belong in now, to live with the celestial deity. He says the only way I can keep this heavenly form is that if I continue to kill people that have enraged or have done wrong to me or others. I still have a long list to go, but I'll rid of them all. Now a word from our beautiful Kaytie.
DON'T EVER CROSS HER. IF YOU EVER MEET HER, TRY TO MAKE HER HAPPY IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE, OR TELL HER OF PEOPLE YOU DON'T LIKE. NEVER EVER MAKE HER MAD. MAY SHE HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL.
You heard the woman, don't cross me or you'll regret your existence.
Farewell.
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