For those of you who don't know, this is a creepypasta (horror story) that was written by Mint and I a while back. We could rewrite it better, but I'm going to show you the original. As of the release date, we are making a manga based off of it for the SacAnime Summer 2015 manga competition.
A 9-year-old girl was sitting silently at a school desk, seemingly oblivious to the chatter and noise surrounding her. As her immature fourth grade peers laughed about potty jokes, she was busy doodling on her math homework. Her dark, ragged hair fell around her face, which was twisted into a dark expression that ideally should be unknown to kids her age. It was an expression of complete and utter concentration and disgust of her surroundings, as if she was sick of what was happening and she didn’t belong there, although almost evil-like. She drew without thinking, just sliding her pencil across the page to form various almost corrupted-looking distorted figures and sometimes barely distinguishable scenes of murder and quiet violence. She was in her own, twisted world.
That little girl’s name was Allie Mayens. She didn’t have much, just her favorite writing pen, a red journal, a stolen pink eraser, and a couple of druggie alcohol-filled parents. She would entertain herself with her mind and drawing, thinking and doing horrible things in her dreams, and she didn’t care what others thought of her constant meaningless doodling and muttering. At least, it was meaningless to them.
Allie Mayens didn’t like the rest of the world, much less want to live with them always in her business- or even there at all. Which is why she blocked them out. She had learned to blend in to nothing so that people wouldn’t find her worth talking to. As a result she had no friends to play with, except for a strange indistinguishable figure that she constantly drew. Everyone who saw her pages of scribbles thought of it as nonsense and that she was just a bored child, but no- these drawings had huge meaning to her. It gave her almost a dark satisfaction whenever her pencil finished a new sinister-looking creature or sketch of some sort of unthinkable torture method.
She continued throughout school like this. If she turned in an assignment, it would simply be a page covered with these doodles. Most of the time she didn’t even know about her assignments or why the other students even worried about homework. “What homework?” was her way of thinking.
On August 3rd, when Allie was almost 10 years old, she went missing. Her parents, drunk with fresh marijuana and meth flowing through their blood as usual, didn’t even notice. Sometimes they forgot they even have a child, sometimes they forget they are married, sometimes they even forgot that they had a purpose in life other than smoking weed and doing illegal things and horrendously mistreating their daughter. Or, maybe, their sense of purpose flew away a long time ago and that was their idea of life.
Allie’s Journal: Entry 107
August 3rd
I’m writing this in my room. THEY are sitting there. “Wrestling”. On the couch. Drunk. I hate my parents. One second.
I HATE THEEEM I HA (the pencil line trailed off of the page in a violent manner)
Allie’s Journal: Entry 108:
August 4th
My parent’s don’t even love me. I am here in no where, suffering the kinds of torture I used to draw about. The pain is nearly unbearable, but it has a nice sting to it that I can’t explain.
They took me from straight under their noses.
I was writing in my journal. “Mom” and “Dad” were “wrestling”. Sucking each other’s faces off in front of me. They were completely wasted again. I got mad and shut the door, and went back to my journal. Soon someone grabbed me from behind and stole me away, through the door I had just shut and past my parents, who were now in the process of undressing. I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a sibling soon.
If I’m still alive then.
I can’t write any more.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
MISSING GIRL FOUND UNCONSCIOUS AFTER FOUR DAYS
Police have finally found a missing girl who was supposedly kidnapped from her home while under parent supervision. The kidnapper was not found.
Allie Mayers, 10 and turning 11 next July, was reportedly snatched away from her home at around 6:35 PM. A neighbor, who was not close to Allie’s family, claims that he saw a mysterious figure dressed in dark colors run from the house’s front door and into an old blue Toyota minivan.
The police are still looking for the escaped criminal. Witnesses claim he was a thin man around his thirties, but they could not see any other distinguishable features as he was cloaked in dark clothing at the time. The escape vehicle was a dark blue Toyota minivan. Witnesses were not able to copy down the license plate number as it was dark at the time of the kidnapping, but one neighbor caught a section of the number. The known digits were 6KX----. If you see this vehicle or see a possible suspect, please contact the police department.
Allie’s Journal: Entry 209:
May 18th
I have finally brought myself to even mention August 3rd.
I hate that man. The man who took me captive. The man who tortured me for hours upon end, laughing in hysterics. The man who ripped everything off of me and did what any criminal would do to a girl. Male or not. I’m covered with scars now. Physically, emotionally, and in my soul I think I am broken. I’m not emo, I’ve never been. They don’t know what a broken soul really feels like. I do.
I can’t keep the hatred in.
I will get my revenge.
Allie smiled at her last word. Revenge is a nice word, a nice curved start but a sharp “V” in the middle. Perfect.
For the next two days, Allie worked on boarding up her room from any intruders. She never even considered going to school anymore, and her parents didn’t care. Her mother was pregnant with an unwanted baby, and she had been pregnant since Allie’s kidnapping. 10 months. Soon Allie might have a sibling, if it didn’t die from birth defects.
Or something- no, someone- else.
Allie’s Journal: Entry 211:
May 20th
I have now completely boarded up my windows with some wood from the backyard, and I got a new door with a lock from someone I know. I had to do some things I didn’t want to, but I don’t care. I’ve already lost my virginity. My parents were lost a long time ago, and I’ve already almost lost my life, for ****’s sake. I can’t really lose anything else.
I keep the key on a string connected to my journal, because I always have it. Though I have vowed to never come down from my room. I don’t care if I starve. I won’t, I’ll find some other way to eat. I have an open water pipe in my room, exposed. I just can’t bring myself to come to where those monsters live, they could be doing anything when I find them.
So I won’t find them.
Allie’s Journal: Entry 212
May 22
I’m hungry.
Allie’s Journal: Entry 213
May 23
I’m starving. I can’t move.
I need help.
There’s something shining in my closet.
Allie’s Journal: Entry 214:
May 24
The shining thing. It was my pocketknife.
It reminded me of HIM.
I’m sorry.
I shouldn’t have done it.
My arms are half gone with how many cuts I’ve made, there’s blood everywhere.
At least I’m not as hungry anymore.
Or at least, not as hungry for bloodshed.
I’m still starving.
My stomach is filled with dragons.
They’re eating me.
Allie’s Journal: Entry 215
May 25
I’m so ashamed.
I broke my vow.
It was worth it though. I would rather get my revenge than die, unjustified.
It was worth it. I’m not hungry anymore. It was worth it.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
It was worth it.
I broke my vow. My knife is angry with me. It’s cutting me again. I feel weak, but also, I feel strong.
You, torturer. You who will not be able to torture again.
I will not kill you.
I will make you feel what I went through, what so many others went through.
I will make your life hell.
That’s worse than death.
And that’s a vow I will keep.
Two days later, the broken security cameras hung on the wall like always. But now, there was now no Allie being caught on tape. That is, there wouldn’t be if the cameras were working.
But they weren’t.
But Allie was still gone.
Her mother had given birth to a baby boy.
He died. He never got a chance at life.
As expected.
He went to heaven, Allie thought. Or would have thought, if she had still believed.
Now all she believed in was revenge.
The mother threw the body away, no funeral, not even a proper burial. She tossed it in a dumpster behind a grocery store, just like that. The boy never existed. That was what she wanted.
Allie was missing for 3 days. Her parents of course didn’t notice. Nobody did. That’s what Allie wanted.
Allie’s Journal: Entry 216
May 3rd
I killed him.
I killed him.
He’s dead.
He can go enjoy the angels.
I won’t. Ever.
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