The Jokers Love

My story

Chapter 1

"True love is being able to see the light in someone who see's nothing but darkness"

My mother would always tell me that when I asked her why she loved my father. You see, my father wasn't a very good man. Well I thought he was. But he'd done some bad things in the past. REALLY bad things.

My father was clinically diagnosed a Paranoid Schizophrenic Psychopathic Insomniac with an anti-social disorder. You're probably asking what the hell that means. Well, to sum it up, it means my father was "crazy".

Now I would assume you know what Paranoid means, but if you don't, it basically means that he was afraid. In his case, he wasn't afraid for himself, but for his family A.K.A my mother, my sister, my brother, and I.

Due to his Paranoia, he couldn't sleep. Which lead to barly any sleep. He then became an Insomniac.

Schizophrenia is when you hear voices in your head. The voices my father heard were telling him to kill people. Being a Psychopath is to not care for anyone but yourself, though, my father did care for us. I know he did. It was just the people he didn't love. He didn't care if everyone but us jumped off a bridge and died. I guess it's different for everyone? And an anti-social disorder means exactly how it sounds.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that my dad was crazy and belonged in someplace like Arkham Asylum. Well my father took medication and he never really said anything about the voices and what-not. But he rarely ever slept. We used to pull "all nighters". id stay up with him all night because i felt bad that he never really slept.

My father was driving my sister to summer school one day and a truck "T-boned" them. The car spun and flipped. Both my father and my sister died that day. I was about 14 or 15 at the time.

My mother had to work extra shifts and we barey made by surviving on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Once my brother was 18 he joined the army to help with money. My brother and I became close since our father and sister died. Of course I cried along with my mom when he left.

I remember this day clearly October, 8, 2004 my brother was dead. I was 16 years old. My mother had gotten very sick about 2 years later. She had cancer. She survived it for 8 years. The doctors told her she'd only had a month. She passed away 2 days ago.

Here I am. My name is Legancy Fantom, i'm 27 years old, and standing at my mothers funeral. I'm all alone. My whole family is gone, and I have work at 8am tomorrow morning.

//omg so sad ; ^ ; but this is the first Chapter of my new story!! Yay! I did that math and she'd be 27 years old ^^ lol just wanted to point that out xD you can check it if you want but im pretty sure I'd be 27...im getting off track im about to write the 2nd chapter now and maybe ill keep going okay byeee