Y/N was once a model student and daughter to her well known family until she decided to disguise herself into a gang. Getting sent to an asylum and being forgotten by the public view, the only escape she saw was to end it all..but before hitting the...
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Sitting in the rain, dark and gloomy outside, clicking your pen nonstop, finding comfort in the noise, watching the water smear the blood on the concrete floor, crowd forming around you taking pictures. There's nothing left to do now, your life is officially over and ruined. Just staring into nothing...shouting and whispers can be heard everywhere. Now finally hearing sirens and cops shouting trying to make their way to you.
"Careful, she was in an asylum." A cop said actually having worry in his voice.
"Tch, what's this girl going to do? She's looks to pathetic to try anything." Another cop said chuckling making their way to you.
"Alright, up you go, you're going somewhere way worse then an asylum" That same cop said dragging you up and shoving you towards the cop car.
"I doubt that..." You said chuckling, now your hands behind your back, pen in your pocket. Stumbling to the car, with blood dripping from your clothes and face. Everybody around you having either a look of disgust or shock. "You know you haven't said my rights? Right?"
The cop shoved you harder towards the car, a crowd now moving out of the way but now on each of your side.
"Keep talking smart ass and your rights will be the least of your concern."
"Sir yes sir" You mumbled while being blinded by the lights of people's phones being shoved in your face.
"She looks familiar!"
"So pretty..to bad she's a psycho"
"She's a monster!"
"I heard she escaped from an asylum.."
"Go to hell!"
"You're disgusting!"
Finally being pushed into the back of the car, you looked out the window. Seeing ambulances and medics dragging the body away on a stretcher.
"How did I end up here..." Slowly whispering to yourself now leaning on the window.
Ever since you were a little girl, it seemed like you were only brought into the world for one purpose. To look good and keep the family's reputation at the top. Study 5 hours, learn to be proper, follow strict rules, look and maintain a perfect look, all until your body aches. You had to be at the top. And yet, you were still the black sheep of the family. At the time, you were the youngest child. Your sister only a year older. Your mother pregnant but still as strict as she was before.
"Don't wear that, it looks awful on you. Actually just Give it to your sister it'll look better on her"
"You know your sister got a better grade at this test than you when she was your age right?
"That's way to many carbs, eat what your sisters eating"
Your dad being a big business owner, barely having time for his family and the time he did, would barely pay any attention. He gave you a pen for whenever you needed to sign things, called it a "gift" since it was "special" and you needed it at all times.
