A Gun Shot: A Short Story

I remember hearing a gun shot.
I remember thinking "This wasn't happening; this couldn't be happening. My best friend, gone. Why her? Why not me? I'm of no use to this planet" I remember feeling a pinch in my arm. Probably a dart, because I couldn't move. something grabbed both of my arms. What was it? It dragged me to the place from which I heard the gun being shot. I couldn't hear anything... I felt something deep inside of me... I still feel it. I felt something shrivel up and die in the place where my heart is supposed to be.... I wish I could die and see her again. At least I'll be able to see her. I wish I could hear her beautiful voice again... She didn't do anything wrong, she was too pure for this world; too pure to leave it! It's

not fair. I wanted to kill them.. Still do, but it's useless now, since they're already dead and I couldn't fight whomever was dragging me. -I'm pretty sure I did when I escaped. I should probably introduce myself, since I really don't want to be known as "Nameless creature" until the very end of this book. (I'm sure some of you are thinking "That's a good idea, but why didn't the author use it?" well I don't want this to be one of Those books, since the whole point in this book is to let people know that us creatures are normal, too.) My name is Mari, and I'll be your captain today. I feel so edgy.. Only crazy people want to kill (or they're just saying that to get attention.) I'm not crazy, though. I swear, I'm far from crazy.. If anything, I'm Saner than everyone... With their guns and knives to protect themselves... From what? Creatures like me? We don't kill adults, just stupid teens who go looking for Slender man in the woods. I find it funny; I find it funny because it's probably afraid of all the fan girls that go looking for him.. I'm sorry, I can't go on, he might find and attempt to murder me.. maybe I should sew my lips shut and hope "other me" won't cut the thread.
I'm terrified of "other me".

Anyways. It really sucks, you know, having a good memory.. Having the ability to remember every single tear fall to the ground, Every single cry for help and every single word.. Elizabeth's last words were "Kill 'em".
I should've been angry, but anger is too mainstream and human. Also, I believe that feeling any of those emotions is useless; it doesn't help anyone, and it most certainly doesn't help me. But why did she have to come with me? why did she have to be my friend? She was killed because of it. I shouldn't blame her, though, I should blame myself. If I wasn't blind, she would've lived.. Heck, A ton of my "friends" would've lived!
Wait, why was I being dragged? Oh, yeah. She just informed me that I was being dragged because- Well, I will not bore you with words I have already used. Where was I being dragged? Why am I still curious? Curiosity killed the kitten... And her...
And after, what, a week? They kept running tests on me, and it was annoying. They kept asking me questions,
They also shaved my head, apparently.. It was funny when they gasped at the sight of my face. (or my awful hygiene, I probably have spiders crawling out of my ears and such.
Oh! I should probably introduce you to Violetta, who is writing this for me. Since we don't have a computer -or electricity- she has to write with a few pieces of paper and a pencil she took when she ran away.
She apparently finds extremely tedious. -I can tell, because she quietly showed off her colorful vocabulary when I asked her to grab them.-
I should apologize, I keep skipping around from one thing to another.
I just have so much to "talk" about, and so little paper!

This is Violetta; Mari's gone to go get some food -and more paper- for us. So for now I'm going to talk about myself and help you visualize Mari since she has no way of paying me and she's blind..
So you know it's me, I'm going to write in italics.
So I am 16 years old, I have straight, black hair and green eyes, and I have

Mari says I sound like an anime character- high pitched and younger than I actually am.

Well, I should probably tell you what Mari looks like.

Mari is a freakishly tall, eyeless creature who has the build of a female. Her hair is short and platinum blonde, and her skin is the epitome of white.
She is covered in scars and stitches, and is as thin as a stick. Her eye-sockets are sunken in, which makes it look like she's wearing a lot of eye shadow. She has a large mouth and teeth as sharp as needles. Her "blood" is colored black (like oil) and is a tad bit thicker than human blood.
She sounds like Rosie O Donnell, only slightly lower and distorted. She has dried tears, or blood, that ran down her cheeks years ago apparently which she chose not to clean. I'm guessing she chose not to clean it to make herself look more fearful. (which works)
She took me in when I was 14 due to... Stuff going on in my previous home.
Now that I think about it, it was quite foolish to run away.
Hey, if you guys ever meet her, please don't pressure her with a lot of things like questions if she seems to be in a strange mood. here are her abilities:
When you make her mad, sad, et cetera, black strings will extend from her empty eye-sockets and mouth like tentacles and destroy anything nearby. Sometimes her attitude will abruptly change and she will start acting... Angry, or

Sad.
(Which is why I'm not planning on escaping anytime soon.)
She treats me as if I were a stick of dynamite. She seldom ever yells at me, and if I apparently make her angry, she will stand still for, like, ten minutes. Which may be her way of calming down. I should've never come here, I should've never run away. My Aunt and Uncle would've taken better care of me. At least I wouldn't feel bad for asking for food, since they don't have to travel miles away to go to a town and steal food for a selfish girl.
I miss them way too much to stay here.
She's back.

I find it strange that when I came back, she suddenly stopped typing.
(I could hear her)
Anyways, I should probably tell you how we ended up in this hellhole.
Well, I was finally able to escape.
I came back here, thanks to my super spider senses (strings).
And about a decade later, V came across my cave and decided to stay.
Apparently she didn't realize that the cave was occupied;
Her shriek was astonishing, you know? It could probably shatter glass.
It took her a long time to... "Calm down" (Unfortunately for her, I had a thick branch in hand.)
I had to literally hold her down until she stopped screaming for help when she woke up. Poor V, she probably feels obliged to stay in a cave with lil old me! Sometimes I wonder if she likes it here.
She hasn't left yet, so that's a good sign.

Ha!
She is right, though.
I do feel obliged, but not for the reason she's thinking.
I know I shouldn't be scared of her, since she *probably* wouldn't harm me.
But can you blame me? I mean, she's killed tons of younger kids.
I found out that she would feed me their remains without me knowing they were human. (I was a bit suspicious, since they didn't look like regular chicken legs and such. But I didn't think they would be human remains)
It makes me feel sick to know that I willingly devoured the limbs of children who were possibly as old as eight years,

but I shouldn't.
They did taste good, though..
Allow me to tell you how she kills her victims.
She will wait near the entrance of her cave for children who have run away from home, and when they approach, she will hide. She will allow them to stay for one night, then in the morning, she will sing. The smart children will run away, but the dumb ones will try to find the source. They may find comfort in her voice, because I'm never hungry. When they find her, they will usually scream and try to run away, but she will catch them and brake their necks. I would be more terrified if I wasn't used to it..
My "parents" would kidnap people and sell them (both dead and alive.)
If the buyer wanted a dead man, my father would take him to the basement and beat him with a hammer or something. (you could barely hear the screams, which is why they were able to kill so many people)
I would always watch in awe when he would drag the carcass in a trash bag, and every now and then the bottom would rip open and the carcass and blood would spill out.
There would usually be just children and female teenagers.
Every now and then, when I was able to.. (I would set them free, but it was usually at night, and that's usually when they would go searching for their victims.) I
know it's sick, but that's how the world is.. It's everywhere, alleyways and in the woods.
My parents seemed a bit solemn about it, though. I mean, I wouldn't be too happy if selling humans was my job. I don't know why I never told anyone, but I'm guessing it's because either no one would believe me, or I would miss them too much.
Look, I know they are considered "evil", but I felt like they cared for me.