Names Bradlee. Youre probably wondering, what the hell? Why is she like this? Well I'll tell you. I grew up fine, loving caring family. Happiest baby, happiest kid. But something was a little off with me, and my family. They never really talked to me about anything, well that was intill now.
Everyone would tell me i looked like my aunt when i was little, there is even a picture of her when she was about 4 and then a picture of me when i was around the same age. The pictures were so identical it just looked like someone had taken the same picture in different lightings. I was always a heavy kid, i loved eating,I mean who didnt? I never realized my size intill last year. I was huge, for a 15 year old. Well I was literally obese for my age and height. At least I found out why i was so heavy. Why i would always eat, even when i wasnt hungry.
Yeah, I know its bad to blame your problems on other people, buuutt this is a different case. When i was younger, my older sister 5 years older than me, would always tease me and pretty much bully me about myself. She would always tell me "Oh look youre back at the fridge again, piggy" or "Youre the reason we have no food in this house because you eat it all." I never, ever hated her maybe because when she would throw a fit i would be the one to some how help her shut up. And everytime i would give a little piece of me to her to keep her, and everyone happy.
Me, being the helpful person that would do anything for anyone pretty much set myself up. I was forced into kissing both of my cousins by my deranged sister. She threated me if i didnt, i was scared. What else was i supposed to do? Maybe what she made me do turned me into the monster I am now, but the real monster is still out there. The real monster needs to be put to justice. I mean i dont know why my family would want me in Briarcliff, im perfectly normal. So what, I tried killing my monsterous sister. She made me this way, she deserves whats coming for her. I tried making her choice easy, i either cover it up as a suicide and tell the police she struggled with depression for a while, or i could shoot her in the head, right side obviously with her hand, because after all she is right handed. Nothing supisious, right?
I mean i would have it done so quickly she wouldnt feel a thing. But guess who got caught? If youre thinking Bloody Face from AHS youre wrong. It was me, i got caught by my mom which she ended up calling the cops, which leads me to this Asylum. Fucking government. Like i said im not crazy! Just a little depressed, and unstable... But definatly not crazy!!
