Chara's Story

Chapter Five: Her Story

Backstory POV (of Chara)

I hated my family so much! They had no clue I was even alive, they didn't care if I took a plate and smashed it over my head. I did everything I could to befriend them but they only cared about themselves and not me! They never fed me, I'd have to steal their food from them or run into a store to talk to my only friend... Mack the Merchant, if I told him they never fed me agai he'd give me free food since my family had all the money and took all of my money I found laying in the streets. So I'd spend hours upon hours eating and talking with Mack, but his food wasn't really good. I normally just ate a Cheese Sandwich or a Juice Box and that was it. But onto my family again, and hurt me physically and mentally. I bottled up all my emotions towards them because the one time I had cried in front of them they slapped me and screamed "GROW UP YOU BABY!"

I hated having to live with them because I didn't have a room, my parents made me sleep in the basement in a sleeping bag every night. One time my brothers, Henry and Tommy left for cub scouts for a week and I snuck up into their bedroom to sleep there, I also may or may not have have messed up their stuff and trashed their room. My brothers never did figure it out that it was me who did it but my sister, Emmalyn did. She probably hated me most of all, well that's my father but that's not important. Emmalyn made fun of me all the time even though she was the ugly one... Red hair, big glasses, lots of freckles, pale, fat, and short! One night she came downstairs and grabbed me by my hair to cut it but before she could even start to cut a strand...I grabbed the scissors and stabbed her arm, HARD! "YOU MONSTER!" She called out to me before running up the stairs and sobbing in her room. . . Loudly.

It was finally the day before I climbed MT. EBOTT, it was raining outside but that was ,y favorite type of weather. It matched my emotions towards my family and everybody else in the village besides Mack. He was the only one who cared for me. This was the day I got revenge on my family. My two brothers walked downstairs from their room, and punched me in the chest and face. But I was prepared before they hit me. I grabbed their arms, tied them up, and laughed at them and shouted "Who's the loser now?! YOU TWO THATS WHO!! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Then came my sister running down the large staircase towards us in the living room, her arms outstretched to grab me but I grabbed her arms, tied her up and.     .      . Cut her hair as short as possible. I giggled until my parents walked into the house from the store. I smiled evilly at them, and did the same thing I did with everybody else.

I left them there until they all fell asleep, I didn't sleep... I just couldn't, I was too excited. It soon enough was morning, I dragged them all in front of the village and shouted into the speaker that was there "Attention everyone! Prepare to witness the DEATH OF CHARAS FAMILY RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!" I laughed evilly and slowly walked towards the now quivering parents, sister, and brothers. "You know, you really should've thought about your actions before you did anything to me as to MESS WITH ME!" I stabbed them all, "AND HURT ME!" Again, "MENTALLY!" Again, and one final time right in their hearts... Their weak spot, "AND. . ." I rose my knife above them all as they quivered from loosing so much blood. "PHYSICALLY!! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Blood dropped from them, they weren't moving, but the rest of the village was. TOWARDS ME WITH GUNS! That's when I booked it and saw that they didn't care about me and took care of my dead family. But, I saw him standing there, staring right into my cold green eyes... He was crying, Mack was upset. HE WAS UPSET WITH ME!

Chara's POV

I stopped my story right at the end and started to cry hysterically, Asriel wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a giant bear hug. I cried into his chest until he asked "What happened to Mack?" I couldn't bare to think about it or speak about it but I guess since he asked.    .     . I should tell him before I forget about it forever. "He's dead. He killed himself in front of my eyes."