Pretty little psycho

Chapter one.

Another boring day at sewing class, its the same old thing every day and i cant seem to break my pattern... i just want to do something... different. i mean is all that is asked of me is to be married to some rich bastard and live a life just like mother, cooking and cleaning the house like a servant.

I would never have forgotten that day, that day when i turned the corner and saw my house ablaze. children where screaming in the street their mothers clinging onto them staring in fear at the burning house,it was hectic. i couldn't see my parents in the street, i ran towards my house but an arm grabbed me and held me back, it was my next door neighbor " get off me you bastard my parents are still in there!" i screamed. he held me closer and lifted me away from my house so i couldn't see it. I still cant forgive myself for letting him take me away i guess i just went limp i couldn't move. I got what i wished for my life was finally going to change.

After the fire i was aloud to go back to see the house it was burnt black and all i could see was smoke it smelt like burning wood and the smell made me feel sick, i walked around bits of ashes crackled underneath my feet as i walked, the ends of my dress where turning black because of the charcoal , i looked around and found my teddy and a music box my grandma had given to my mother many  years ago. tears trickled down my face " come on its time to go" my neighbor  said softly he held my hand and lead me away " you are going to have to go to Blackvale orphanage since you have no family to look after you" he sighed.

Blackvale was a huge mannerhouse out in the middle of the countryside it housed about 60 perent-less children who where clearly of a lower class then I, they all looked lost, broken, depressed, few wore a smile on their face. Their clothes where dirty rags and they looked in disgust at my clean expensive dress, one girl who looked particularly grubby shouted " look at the New kid I bet she thinks shes worth something!" Clearly I was worth more than her, I had always came from a rich family who had the latest victorian fashion as my father owned a factory. My room was at the top floor, it was a small room with white walls and a single bed in the middle it looked like a room from an insane asylum. 

I fell back on the bed and thought about what had happens my mother my father where gone and the funeral was tomorrow. I started to cry again and eventually I fell asleep I felt as if I didn't want to wake up in the morning.