Face burned, mask to cover scars and same for sidebang. Killed her parents then burned her house down and ran away. Depressed,has moments of good and bad, fast, short, 16 Has a small kitchen knife.
[ In progress] She wasnt good enough. She never was. Why did they hate her? What made them disapprove of her? Lose the attitude? What attitude? Cant they see that they are the reason she moped around? The kids at school bullied her for her appearance, her way of talking, her obsession with animals. She felt trapped. Alone. Worthless.Misunderstood.Her life felt heavy in her chest, almost suffocating, feeling it with every breath she took. She would imagine the release if her parents were gone. She would have images of herself doing violent things. Blood...it was in every part of it. They all deserved to die. They gave her no respect, after all. The images flashed in her head, encouraged her. One day she grabbed the smallest knife in the kitchen. She thought about the thrills.... She waited for them to wake up. Her parents. She then struck, stabbing, heart racing. She enjoyed the crimson that covered her hands, the sudden quiet. Suddenly she realized how much trouble she was in, and that she just killed family. Wither her head spinning in conflict of good and bad, she threw on her favorite sweater and searched the drawers for the lighter. With a heart still thumping in her neck, she set the couch on fire and stared, mesmerized by the flames. Suddenly the fire was all around her when she noticed how much it grew. She stood there unafraid, but unsure. The ceiling suddenly crashed and she was trapped, particularly on her left side and she felt the flames spread on her flesh and sweater. In time she forced herself to pull through, although in pain, and she ran out, covered in burns and ash. She ran and ran until she was a safe distance away, and then passed out after the fact she inhaled smoke came in. Someone she didn't know woke her up, inspecting her. Her breathing was rattled and short. Her heart was quickened to the point it hurt. All of this, but nothing beat the pain on her face. Her mouth and chin were badly burned, some of her lip now gone. Her right side was all bare skin and peeled. Her neck , back, left arm and side was also burned, but not as badly. She looked at the stranger with confusion, and then sudden fear. The stranger had to forcefully take her and treat her wounded face. They gave her a mask to hide the ugly scars. Eventually she trusted them with her life and depended on their judgment and company. [ to be continued]
