User:Vftdlover

Split
Her name was Leah.I had known her ever since primary school.She was very shy and quiet,never really had any friends.I saw her alone,on a bench,at lunch time.I slowly walked to where she sat quietly,while eating a sandwich.I had asked her if I could sit next to her.She seemed to softly smile and allowed me.That was the first time I had met her.That was second grade.We became good friends over the the years.We had a few fights in those years,what did you expect?Only around ten years old had i noticed that bruises were covering most of her body and at times would seem really distant.

I had had enough of this distance and when we were sitting on our bench,eating a sandwich.Leah wasn't eating I asked her if she wanted some of mine but she refused and thats when i dawned the question "what's wrong?you seem distant and don't try hide all the bruises.What's happening?"She looked at me with sadness in her eyes before tears started leaking out of her eyes. I hugged her softly while she poured her heart out.Whenever I wasn't around people would call her names,verbully bully her and most would even slam her against walls,kick or punch her.she had told me of her suicidal thoughts and how she resorted to self-harm.i didn't  even know that was happening to her and it made me feel bad.I hugged her tightly.We continued school but I was always by her side.Protecting her.

When it was time to go home,one day,we seperated.At around 9pm i  had switched  on the news and a few people from my school  had been murdered.It switched to a sketched picture of  the murderer, it was a masked person.The mask was the same mask I  had seen in Leah's rom.Half of it was black with a white jagged smile and white eye while  the other side was white with the rest of the jagged smile is black and the eye was black.She wore her black hoodie.

She had murdered her bullies.She had snapped.

'''A few years later I moved to South Africa. Whenever I  went to the mall.Brooklyn mall.I would see someone much like Leah walking around.Her red brown hair.Big brown eyes,her face,her square glasses.She was still alive and out there.That night I went to go and and look at pictures of creepypasta.As I was scrolling I saw a picture of her.She was a creepypasta without a story and I set out to help her out and wrote on for her and I named her Split.'''