slowed songs to psychotically murder people to (villain playlist)

"and as she looked in the mirror, she sees the monster which had comsumed her. although. it never really left."- a quote from a story i will probably never finish

This playlist makes me feel like all my anxieties and worries are stupid and I should ignore them and not care

"I'm not the villain they expected, but I'm the villain they got. And I'll be way worse than they could have ever even thought"

( Playlist Time ) "Your sins always follow you" She Knows | 0:00 Hayloft | 5:32 Everything Black | 9:02 Black Out Days | 13:33 Enemy | 17:50 The Real Slim Shady | 21:03 Let Me Think About it | 27:00 I Wanna Be Your Slave | 29:59 MONTERO | 33:44 Dead to Me | 37:00 Genius | 41:22 Genius | 42:44 "More and more. You slowly wait for that moment, but it never came. So you lose touch of Reality and live in the world of expectations and dreams."

Pov: "clean your room it makes you look like you are depressed" "Stop listening to that music of yours, its distasteful" "Why are your grades so low. Yes, I know 93 is passing but I want you to do better" "You changed from how you used to be" "You're our favorite child you know, that's why we are so hard on you" "don't end up like your sister" "be a doctor, actually be a lawyer, a Ceo sounds nice. What's that you want to be a psychologist, ha nonsense." "I do everything for you" "We love you" They all drive me insane. If you think I'm such a burden then don't fucking do anything for me. I don't need you throwing it back at my face like I begged for you to show me affection. Well don't fucking show me love, I don't need it then. You don't see how this affects your child, you refuse to believe that you could be the reason we are like this. But it's fine, stay in this world where you think your child is happy, that the words you say don't affect them. But when I move out and your little bubble pops because you realize I wanted out this whole time, don't come back wondering what you did wrong because I've been telling you this entire time you just refused to listen.

"YOU CAN'T KILL ME WITHOUT BECOMEING LIKE ME! I can't kill you without losing the only human being who can keep up with me" - the joker

U KNOW THIS IS A FUCKING AMAZING PLAYLIST WHEN U KNOW LITERALLY EVRY SINGLE SONG BRUH

"Bad things happen to the people you love and you find yourself praying up to heaven above but honestly I've never had much sympathy because those bad things I always saw them coming for me." An accurate description of my religious trauma

Dear FBI, I’m only listening because I’m a creative writer and a delusional teenager who dreams of writing a murder mystery novel LMAO

“I used to an angel but I fell, so now I’m on earth trying to make it up to him. How? By killing as many people as I can.” - Someone I met in a psych ward

"and then she realised she wasn't running from a monster she was running from herself" - a line in a story I'm writing.

This playlist is amazing to listen to whilst I'm writing my horror story

"My laughing echoing back to me. I craved the adrenaline they gave me. It was an escape from the pain. Even if it hurt the ones i loved most in the process."

Listening to these tracks. Working out. Hands are swollen. With each rep, the feel of the pain in my hands, finger, and knuckles. Looking at the dried blood while my grip tightens, cracking the scabs open. The scent of fresh blood. Fuels the rage, the regret, the ugly. Taking the last eye twitch, the mind snaps. The thought, repeating, I'm not good. I'm not bad. I just make bad decisions. Fuck it. They wait, they believe me to become a villain. Last laugh, a smirk, the grin. My knuckles are bloody, self inflicted. Well now. Might as well make my hands bloody. If I'm the villain, that must mean they are heros. Guess they'll have to die like one.....

"That's the thing, you think we are the bad people just because we are hurting, suffering physically and mentally, because we would kill someone just to feel better... Some of us were forced to be a villain.. we are only villains because you guys hurt our kind.. and now, we're getting our revenge.." - some villain out there and something I would say

“Look.. you need to learn that sometimes monsters aren’t always made from some oh so tragic backstory,” The hero continued to stare at the psychotic thing in front of him scared what this villian would do to him next, “because darling I was born a sick sadistic excuse of a human being. I am simply longing for the pure bliss of dried blood cracking and falling off my skin, honey the only thing that caused this.. was my dear mother birthing me.”

The ‘hero’ will tell sweet lies but the ‘villain’, the ‘villain’ will tell you the bitter truth. They tell you so that you don’t find out the poisonous lies the hard way. They tell you to save you, not condemn you. They condemn the ‘hero’s’ lies, and confirm the truth. It this world the ‘villain’ is a broken hero, the ‘hero’ is the true villain. So if a ‘villain’ tells you something you had best listen to them as they know the truth in the lies.

,,betrayal does not come from your enemies, but the ones closest to you..." AnokiKora

"They stared at themselves in the mirror bitterly. Then they laughed maniacally at themselves. 'How pathetic humans become. Even as I myself became the monster I so despised.' They turn the lighter on and dropped it to the gas filled room as it ignites." -Original Quote from my work I'll never finish

She stalked her victim as quietly as possible, making sure he never saw her. She clenched her fists tightly as the dark woods greeted her with a gesture of the treeline's branches. He ran as fast as he could even with the thick, warm blood oozing from his wounds. Her grin widened until she was smiling from ear to ear. The creatures of the forest hid everywhere they could, behind trees, under rocks, behind bushes, anywhere just to escape the woman's mystifying aura. Nothing escaped the woman's grasp in the Cold Dark. Nothing and no one. The world was nothing but cruel and vile towards her for the entirety of her life. Karma never did her job to make sure that everyone who hurt her got what they deserved, so she decided to do it herself. As she walked closer to him, he kept stumbling and looking back to see if she was still there. She stopped behind a tree for a few moments before circling the premises to get an angle from behind. She made no noise as she crept up from behind him. His alarms went off and he knew something was up. He pulled out a revolver and cocked it back, something he should've done a long time ago, but it was too late. Fate itself couldn't stop what she was about to do, for she was Fate. She was Karma herself, she controlled whether he would live or die, and you can imagine which choice she picked. A cloudy mist came from deep inside the woods, circling him and blocking his vision. The forest, too, knew what he had done to her and all the pain he had caused her. It seemed the forest had the same sense of justice she did. She smiled and thanked the forest for helping her. She always felt a deep connection between her and the forest, with nature in general. She hid behind a tree and knelt down, touching the thick roots of the humongous, old tree. She waited before feeling something underneath her hand. thump thump....thump thump The trees, the forest, the mist, everything was alive and aiding her. She smiled once again, fixing her gaze on the helpless man who was now quivering with the overwhelming fear he was experiencing. He knew what was coming in his bones. ' He knows...he knows. And I know he knows ,' She thought to herself. She fought the urge to lunge at him and tear him apart. She felt one of the wise old tree's branches soothe her as it gently touched her shoulder and back. She took a deep breath, preparing to face her abuser and assaulter after years of fearing him and fearing nobody would believe what happened to her. He ruined her, yet nobody else thought it would be right for him to get what he deserves. He had a wife and a family now. She felt it so disgusting how someone who s*xu@lly assaulted her could have a family. The sad part was that they knew and they didn't care, nobody did. She felt a touch of despair and numbness as she thought of all the years she suffered at the hands of him and 4 others who did the same thing and never got what they deserved. The tree felt this in his roots and comforted her once again, reminding her of what he did and how the man should feel what she felt multiplied by one hundred. "Oh, the misery, everybody wants to be my enemy," She shouted. "******! I-I swear I didn't know how it would- I'm sorry!" He exclaimed with fear. "Spare the sympathy, everybody wants to be my enemy." "Enemy?" He muttered inquisitively, forgetting the trauma and pain he caused her. "My enemy," She glared. He pointed the revolver at her chest, aiming for the heart. She walked up to him, getting closer than either of them would like, until her chest touched the barrel of his revolver. "Shoot me. You won't." She felt the gun and his hand shaking. She held the gun to steady it. "Do it. I've been waiting far too long for this. You had the balls to ruin my life, now grow the balls to end it permanently." His eyebrows furrowed and he bared his teeth before finding the courage to fire the revolver, only to hear a loud click ! His expression changed from angry to shocked and fearful. She let out a psychotic, spine chilling laugh only to stop abruptly a few moments later. "I forgot to mention the fact that you can't shoot me," She giggled as she showed him the bullet he had in his revolver before playing with it. "Looks like you ran out of ammo there, bud." She took the gun from him and put the bullet in the next chamber. She took a step back so she could put the gun to his forehead. She stood there, waiting for him to say his last words. But when he didn't speak, she slowly lowered the gun and dropped it. The old tree snatched it and claimed it, making sure no evidence was left behind. She reached behind her back and pulled out one of her katanas while keeping direct eye contact, which seemed to distract him. She waited patiently for him to relax. After a few minutes it actually worked. The woman specialized in giving people a false sense of hope and security, which is exactly what she did to him. She knew it always worked, and that's exactly how she felt before he did the unforgivable. She felt a sense of hope and security, only to have it brutally and savagely snatched away from her. He stood there like a deer in headlights but continued shaking. He was unable to move due to the immobilizing waves of fear that progressively got more paralyzing with each passing minute. His eyes were comically wide and stricken with fear. As scared as he was, he couldn't help but keep staring at her hypnotizing hazel green eyes that reflected in the gorgeous moonlight. The green stood out that day, making the fear and pain almost bearable for him to endure as he focused on the beautiful green and gold flecked orbs that the woman possessed. He inhaled sharply and clutched her arms as the blade pierced his skin and organs, staining his shirt a dark, thick, warm red. She continued to stare him down as the life slowly left his body and his eyes glazed over. He exhaled slowly, knowing that her face was the last thing he'd see before facing an eternity in Hell. She slowly pulled the katana out of him as he fell over, blood pouring from his fresh wound and his mouth. She knelt down to his level just enough to see a single tear fall from one of his eyes. She wiped the blood off of her katana with his shirt that was now drenched in blood and sweat. She sheathed her katana once again and walked off before hearing his body being dragged by the tree. Nothing escaped her grasp in the Cold Dark. Nothing and no one. This was the first of five incidents before she disappeared from existence. Nobody knows what happened to the people who hurt her, and nobody knows where she went, but legend says she got her revenge in a more creative way than she did the last. PART TWO MWUAHAAHAHAA! just letting you know this is actually something i wrote last year and forgot about but it's perfect for this! Flashback to four years ago, her 18th birthday She tore through the thick forest, breaking branches and dodging obstacles in her way. A heavy air filled her lungs, making it hard to breathe. She felt her feet begin to ache as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She heard a pair of running footsteps behind her, getting closer and closer by the second. The footsteps sounded heavy, almost making the ground shake. She immediately recognized her father’s footsteps and started running faster. She ran until the deep, green forest eventually led her to the thin, foggy, autumn colored woods. She panted as she felt herself getting tired. Her mouth and throat were as dry as sandpaper. She could barely see as the dense fog kept her from seeing five feet in front of her, but still she ran for her life. She ran even as she tripped on rocks, scratched herself on tree branches, and cut herself from who knows what. She listened hard for the heavy footsteps echoing behind her, to which there were none. She only stopped for a few seconds in a somewhat open clearing to catch her breath as she knew she could not be caught. She knew her father was a cruel, unfeeling man who was angry at the world and had a taste for blood, but she never thought that he would go to the extreme. She was terrified beyond the scope of her exceedingly wild imagination, frightened that if he caught her he would kill her. He always came back home drunk from bars, parties and clubs, threatening to do horrifying things, but she didn’t expect him to go through with it. She needed to get as far away as humanly possible from this man, no, this monster. Just as she let her guard down, the girl felt a heavy weight tackle her onto the ground. The girl and her father thrashed around on the ground, one fighting for their life, another trying to take it. They wrestled for a few seconds before the girl’s father pushed the back of her head into the thick muck she laid upon and began choking her. The girl tried to claw at his eyes and hands but slowly felt herself losing consciousness. She stopped thrashing, accepting her fate. Suddenly, the girl’s father gaped at what was now dirt and multi-colored leaves in front of him. The girl had disappeared into thin air. She teleported to a land far away. A place where he would never find her. She heard a warping sound, followed by the whistling of the faint wind in her ears. The girl sat up in a panic, gasping for air, before realizing she was safe. She looked at her surroundings, taking in everything she saw. Edit: sorry if it isn't that good, I wrote this in 10 mins and the idea randomly popped into my head so I jotted it down. Edit 2: i'm writing a new book, should I add it? if you read this far down pls let me know. also if anyone wants a part 2 let me know and ill write one Edit 3: part 2 is up! comment if you want part 3