Welcome To Asylum(Creepypasta x oc)

Meeting yourself

Your name is Clarie Marnit

Your hair,

Outfit,

Back story,

Dose being hate full make you crazy? No. Maybe to the people who see you when your mad will say so but your not really crazy tell professional puts it on a peace of paper and then through you in a hospital for the "Mentally Ill." And being mad isn't what makes them do that, its what you do when your mad. You could be delusional, hate everyone and want to see them all die slowly and painfully and you could know, you would love it. But they can't put you in a hospital because of that. people can't know what your thinking, much less how much you want them dead, you have to do something, or you can say something. This my be one of the few ways ways words can speak just as loud as actions, when they make someone scared of you. What did I do? I killed my mom and my dad

You were 6 when your brother got in a fight. He protected you and ended up in jail. Your mom insisted on completely Ignoring it and pretended to move on. Your dad, he probably didn't even notice as long as he was was getting bear. One day your were all eating dinner. Your dad wasn't an abusive drunk just a consent one, He had a part time job at the museum and your mom was a lower, when your dad wasn't working he was "home taking care of you." Really he would be drunk but people didn't know that. Your parents tried to make themselves look like the perfect family. But they didn't even look at the flaws, they just ignored them. And on that night when I was 7 years old, I became one of those flaws.

"Mom." I said looking at my plate of spaghetti. "What was it again? What was I supposed to say when people ask about brother?" I looked up at and she looked surprised then smiled.

"You just say he went away for a bit. But he is coming back dear."

"What if I don't say that, what if I said, the police took him?"

"Well people might not like you as much dear its better to just not tell them."

"So I should do the wrong thing."

"Hm?"

"Lying is the wrong thing to. But you do it any way to protect your self."

"Dear, that is very rood go to your-"

"SHUT UP!" You stood up on your tall chair. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH IS TO PROTECT YOU! BECAUSE THAT IS THE ONLY REASON YOU EVER DO AND IS THE ONLY THING YOUR EVEN HEAR FOR!" Your mom stood up and slapped you.

"You little brat. I try very hard to make you and your dad and me like able so we can be a proper part of the world we live in but you try and yell at me about it because you think it is for myself!" She grabbed your arm and dragged you to your room. "Learn to respect the people who give away so much for your pathetic ass!" You could hear your mom and you dad fight down stairs.

"Look your being histarical! You don't need to call them there is nothing wrong with Clarie."

"She is to deranged to see the effort I put into this family! She isn't even trying to be a part of are family and she needs to learn how."

"How will a hospital for psychos help her with that?!"

"She needs to be an normal person to be in are normal family other wise she will become a weak link!" You didn't hear your dad respond. The next day some people came and they were very nice. They took you the near by children hospital where there was a lady that was also nice and she asked you some questions.

"So dear what do you think of your life at home. Please tell me honestly."

"Um, My dad drinks weird stuff some times then he watches T.V. or goes to sleep. But my mom says not to tell people or they might not like us as much."

"I see. So this weird drink have you ever had any?"

"No."

"How do you feel about your mom?" I looked down at my hands and pulled them into fists.

"I hate her. She says she works hard to make us a normal family so people will like us, but she just wants to make them like her. She doesn't want anything around that will make people not like her."

"I see. And what do you want to do about this?"

"I want her gone. I wish she and dad would go away, or I wish brother could come back, and we didn't half to hide everything!"

After that they never put you in a hospital but you did half to take pills your mom, was more distant from you and you only talked when you needed to. Your mom said you needed to be stronger so you didn't cry, that proved you could handell anything and that you were strong. One day your dad was more drunk than usual and got in a fight with your mom. You came down and yelled at them to stop but they wouldn't, later the police came to the door and the naber had called them because they heard screams from next door. My moon told them it was nothing and when they asked you.

When you were (Y/A) you came down stairs to your living room. Your parents were in there room, your mom and him just did the stork specialty and now they were quite. You walked up to the fire place that had a glass mirror on it. I put my hand on the wooden back of thr mirror and pushed over the edge onto the ground. It shattered and you got cut. There were small shards of glass in your foot and every step you took let out more blood. You reached down and picked up a peace of the glass and stood next to the hall that led down the stairs. Your dad came out with a gun and amed it around the room. You stabbed him in the side of the neck before he could see you. You stabbed him in the back and pushed him down, nocking the gun out of his hand. You rolled him over and sat on his chest and legs. Then told him to open his mouth. He did out of fear and you stabbed him in his mouth. He wasn' fully dead but shaking. I reached out and grabbed the gun. I shot his arms. Then I got up and shot his knee caps. As he bled to death you went into there room where your mom was naked and scared, you shot her arm and she fell of the bed, she was still naked from what had happened in hear before. You began beating in her face with the gun.

"You stupped Whore! What you want to be normal?!" You made a mock sad face and a voice that matched, "Well guess what? There is one thing that everyone does, They die." You shot her in the head. You went down stairs and had some cereal. After a bit you heard sirens. Police broke in the door and looked disgusted at what they found.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP THEY YELLED!" You did so and smile...