insanic love ;; a wlw story.

1: Maxine Verlice

Yelling was heard.

It was May 29, 2008, her 8th birthday. And even on that special day, her parents still can't seem to get along. They never could. Not even on their daughter's day. She felt a sense of.. well.. nothing. It was as if every day was a 4/10-- as if nothing was special, nothing made her happy. She googled the feelings on her iPad, as that was her only tool and found that what she was feeling was depression. A melancholy sounding word, really. It was as if time stopped-- each day repeating over and over again. And that was because it practically was. She'd get up, go to school, get home, and then the yelling started. Poor girl had basically raised herself. YouTube was her best friend in which she learned how to do basically everything through tutorials. Cook, clean, study, and, oddly enough, fix a toilet. Don't ask how it happened, it just did. And now she's here.

The only thing she remembers is hearing a "I HATE YOU!" obviously out of anger from her mother and a "FUCK YOU, FAY VERLICE!" also obviously from anger from her father and a door slam. She could hear her father's footsteps walk to her room, so she knew her mother was the one who had walked out of the house to go on a drive.

"Hey, honey, I'm so sorry you had to hea--"

"Save it." she retorted.

Her father felt a pang in his chest because of the guilt welling up inside him. He was diagnosed with BPD and he was displaying one of his symptoms: uncontrollable anger. He was diagnosed with it in April of 2000, just a month before his daughter was born. All he could do was take his meds. He never wanted to hurt his wife. It was clear that he loved her very very much. It became very clear on that fateful day.

Roughly an hour later, cops showed up at the door and knocked. The little girl's dad opened it to horrible news. Fay was pronounced dead 15 minutes ago from a car accident. She was stopped at a red light at a place with no traffic. A car spun out of control, rear ending her into a cement telephone pole. The crash was so momentous that the pole cracked and fell right onto her car on the driver's side, killing her on impact.

As soon as he heard this, his eyes went blank. You could literally see the usual sparkle leave his eye. As we watched his eyes go dull, he said nothing and walked firmly and emotionlessly to his room, reached into his drawer, pulled out a revolver, and, before the police could process what was going on, shot himself in the head. Maxine watched as her beloved father collapsed onto the ground, eyes wider than her love for him, despite his disorder. She could do nothing but stare at her father's lifeless body as police officers swarmed him. She was so in shock that tears couldn't even wet her eyes. She realized what was happening. Her father, Bryce Verlice, committed suicide after hearing about his one-and-only's death. The last words he said to her were "Fuck you, Fay Verlice." Perhaps he was so guilty he killed himself, perhaps he wanted to apologize to her in the sky-- whatever the case, this little girl's parents were gone. And she watched it happen, for the most part.

The police were so focused on her father that she was completely forgotten about. They left her, an 8-year-old girl, in the house. Alone. She knew that they were probably coming back to investigate the house, so she took all the money she could find-- about $1,000-- along with some food, clothes, old pepper spray that she found under the bed, and a knife, and left. She didn't know where she was going, but she walked. She ended up finding a dollar store, where she bought more food and snacks. Sadly, during the years on this trip, she had many men try to abduct her, rape her, and do God knows what and while this was happening, she learned more moves and tricks with the knife and pepper spray she had.

Soon enough, she had enough. She wanted revenge. Not on anything particular, but-- okay, maybe on the world for doing her so wrong, but other than that, nothing really.

And years later, she was a full on villain. Not the cliche villain, but a villain that kills men that try to do shit to women. 

Meet Maxine Verlice: a 21-year-old insanic and lesbian serial killer, born a Gemini on May 29, 2000. Her story may not mean much to you but it does to her. It inflicted trauma that has left her with multiple mental illnesses and disorders such as ADD, OCD, and anxiety. She used to have severe depression around the time of her dad's death, but she had fully recovered by the time she was 17.

Maxine was always misunderstood. To tell the truth, despite being content, every time she would meet someone new that she trusted, she would tell her story and what she does. And still, every time, she was left behind. And even after all this, she still tried, for she had determination. She was lonely.

Until she met Alice.