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Hi I'm y/n and I just moved from my hometown to this really nice place it has a lots of forests and it seems like a place where I can start from zero, in my old school I was an outcast I was pretty lame at making friends I always ended up inside a locker or as the homework making machine.

all because I had a little hobby no more like a passion no the word is obsession I had a obsession with serial killers I loved the stories and how they left the crime scene ,I loved how one person could easily kill a entire family so I knew every murder anyone committed i knew exactly how to kill someone,I watched every horror movies and read every creepypasta

(in this world the creepypasta are like stories from irl so like a killer here would just be a creepypasta there ok bye)

I'm amazed by them.My parents sent me to a therapist when I was 6 since I once grabbed a bird and killed it my parents where shocked so they took me I would check the news and replicate the scene with my dolls I would replicate the scene with paint for the blood they where pieces of art

my therapist thought that I was being abused but I wasn't so they just assumed I had a mental disorder but everything was fine with me. ever since that my parents look at me with the same look of disgust, disappointment and fear when they realized I noticed they would smile . My parents would throw my art to the trash my beautiful sculptures.

I would relocate their joints take their eyes and put them in where their legs should go their feet in the ears legs for arms and their arms would go inside their mouths.

I wasn't allowed near sharp objects that I could use to hurt someone and everytime I got angry my mom would lock me inside a room without anything inside just a bed food and a glass of water ,I had the best grades always A in every exam but my parents wouldn't trust me they said I was cursed.

This always brought me down the only friend I had since school was hell was a white crow it was beautiful it was my neighbor's he lived in a cage like me, he tried to escape many times but my neighbor mr rogers would catch him and wouldn't feed him this broke my heart but it inspired me how a creature so small wouldn't give up i would imagine of escaping but I couldn't I don't have the guts .since it was a white crow he was like a piece of art and the house what's a museum you rearly find a albino crow so it was a sight to behold, a year later he died trying to escape the owner snapped his neck I heard it snapped I was shocked and my heart broke my only friend just died I wanted to do something about it but couldn't I was in my cage without the key.

When I was 13 I decided to act like a normal person and stop whatever that was and just focus on school and getting friend so I ignored no I denied everything I was I deleted my persona this didn't last long I could only hold up the act for 3 years.my dad's job got relocated so we had to move to my new house. This was my new chance to change and get friends become a doctor or something just a new chance.

(That was a lot gezz the crow has an impotance kay? And pls be patient for my next update 😉).