Marty thought that razors were only for shaving. Until now.


4. Chapter 4

"Hey Marty, how was your day?" Madelyn asked me over the phone.

"Horrible, all my teachers tore up my work, and threw it out. Again" I sighed.

"Aww Marty, I'm so sorry, those people are horrible!"

"I know, listen sis, I have to go, there's someone at the door."

"Okay, stay safe Marty."

I hung up the phone and got off the couch.

"Oh hello Mrs Darnley" I smiled as I answered the door.

Mrs Darnley is our next door neighbour, she is 81, and one of the kindest people I know.

"Hello Martin" the old lady smiled "I was just wondering if you would like to come over for afternoon tea."

"Why thank you, I would love too" I said, knowing I had homework, but not wanting to be rude.


After I got back from afternoon tea, it was 5 o'clock, I decided to go up to my room, and finish off my homework.

When I opened my bag, to get my textbooks out, to find that someone had put an open yoghurt container in there, and everything was covered in yoghurt. I sighed and ran outside, turning the hose on so I could clean out my bag.

Once I had that finished, I brought the contents of my bag downstairs and did the best I could to clean them without getting them too wet.


Hours later, I decided to got to bed, but as soon as I fell asleep, I began to have nightmares.




"OI COME HERE YOU LITTLE BASTARD" it was Daniel, and he was chasing me down the street.

"P-please don't hurt me" I begged as he caught up to me.

"Haha, what makes me think I'm gonna listen to a little piece of shit like you?!" He yelled, as he uppercutted my jaw.

Shocked, I placed a hand over my broken jaw.

He continued to punch and kick me, until I was just a crumpled mess on the floor.

Daniel then pulled out a knife, and stabbed my chest repeatedly, until I was just a little body, in a giant pool of blood.

I then had to watch, as my family, including Madelyn, laughed at my crumpled dead body.


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