The Angel and Her Demon: A Homicidal Liu Fanfiction

Prologue - The Beginning of It All

This is the story of a teenage girl by the name of Louissa Faith Garrisol, and it isn't very happy, so I warn you: if you have no interest in the story of the whimsical fantasies of a depressed teenager coming to life around her as her reality falls apart, then I suggest that you turn back now before it is too late. However, if you are willing to stay until the end, to stay and find out whether this story ends happily or in tragedy, then by all means, keep reading.

Louissa is the oldest child of two, her and Artemis Mary Garrisol. Louissa has had to watch as her younger sister got everything she wanted handed to her on a silver platter. Louissa had to suffer when Artemis would do something wrong and blame it on her. Artemis was a spoiled brat in Louissa's eyes, while Louissa was the scapegoat and slave of the family.

Louissa's mother, Grace, would make her do all of the housework as if she were Cinderella. Often, Louissa had to endure harsh lectures and harmful words. In her younger years, Louissa would let the words wash over her like water over a duck; they wouldn't bother her, but after a while, those angry words got to her. They wriggled their way into her head and caused her to doubt herself.

She began to believe them, and she began to hurt inside worse than she ever had. Her heart ached, and she fought to hold it back because that would be showing weakness. She needed a friend, someone to confide in, someone to believe in her when no one else would. She turned to fiction, her favourite being creepypasta, but even that wouldn't help quell the pain within. This is the story of how Louissa found exactly what she was looking for, and helped others like her in the process, but not before making a few bad decisions.

I do hope that her story will put to rest all of the assumptions that society has made about the creepypastas. I have compiled a guide in this prologue to help you better understand, and the truth of their stories and personalities will become apparent later on.

*Author's note: Thanks again to Luka Morris. Stay awesome, Mon Amie! (That's French for my friend.) This story does not follow the usual assumptions about the pastas. This is how I imagine the creepy crew really are. Please do not let this deter you from reading this. Also, the creepypastas DO NOT exist. There will be very little of a fourth wall, as it is written in a Lemony Snicket style, but the story is completely FICTION.