The Story Of Jane ( On Hold)

Chapter 1- my childhood

The accident happened on a cold winter night, when my mom found my father dead on the kitchen floor. All color drained from his face as it was pouring on the ground like a crimson waterfall. My mother, short with long bright blonde hair, pure heart and innocence radiating off her like a star exploding, it almost makes me wish I had stuck that large knife in her instead. While I was relishing in admiration my new found of blood lust. My mom was frantically calling the police

The police man arrived shortly after that phone call. From my room I watched my mother cry as she talked to the two police officers. I had a typical five year old room the doll houses, pink walls that made me gag and a lot of princess dresses. The police officer glanced over at Me signaling he was coming. It felt like an eternity but he eventually made it to my room as he knocked on my door. As I open the door to confront him, my gaze met with his when he nearly jumped out of his skin, when he looked at my highly exaggerated grin. He knew something totally wasn't right

He nervously kneeled down to me while asking "why"as I responded " because I could". After that statement I was shoved into the officers car and he drove me to the orphanage where I would spend the rest of my childhood. As i stood in front of the receptionist desk this old grumpy lady who looked like she was gonna die any second, asked me a series of questions ranging from age, sex,and appearance. I explained that I am 6 years old, female, long black hair, petite and My name is Jane Quinn.

[Hey ladies and gents, I hope you liked the first chapter. Sorry it's short but I promise the rest of them will be longer.
Thanks for reading! :p
~ Jada :)