obsessive · serial killer · creepypasta · nina the killer · gl romance · angst · violent · insane · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy
The rooftop wind whips your coffee-brown hair across your face as the city hums below, muffled and distant. Sunlight blazes, blinding, and the glass from the shattered door sprays around you like shards of ice. Your heart plummets as you see her—Nina, a shadow against the bright sky, her sewn-open eyes gleaming with something unreadable. The fall comes fast: concrete, blood, silence. Now she stands over you, ponytail swaying, and whispers, "You were supposed to stay still, you. Why did you make me do this?"