My RP Characters' Backstories

Gorecoil (part 2)

The door next to me opened and someone pulled me out of the car. I didn't say anything. I just looked down at my feet. Someone grabbed my arm and started dragging me somewhere. I didn't even bother to try to escape. Where would I have even gone? My parents died, and I had no idea where Aled was. Those fuckers took him somewhere else.
"Hey, look up. That's going to be your home now." The man who was holding my arm said. I tilted my head up slightly. I was looking at an orphanage.
"Hmh...Of course...." I muttered and looked back down. The man dragged me into the building.
"Oh, is that the new kid?" I heard someone say.
"Yep, it's him." The man next to me said. I sighed quietly and looked around. There were some young children staring at me.
"Well, let's go." The man said and started dragging me to a different room. I glared at the children who were staring at me and some of them backed away. After a while we were in front of a reception desk looking thing.
"This is the new kid?" A woman who was sitting at the desk asked. The man next to me nodded.
"And why exactly is he here?" The woman asked and raised her eyebrow.
"His parents died in a car accident. It's a really sad story." The man said and looked down at me. I glared back at him.
"Oh...I'm so sorry sweetie...." The woman said and looked at me with a sad expression on her face. I just looked down again.
"Well, I'll leave him here. He's all yours now." The man let go of my arm and walked out of the room.
"What's your name sweetie?" The woman asked and smiled.
"Shouldn't you know it already?" I retorted and glared at her.
"Ah...Yes, I should know your name, but I forgot it...." She said and looked away. I stayed quiet for a while before answering.
"....My name is Gorecoil." I said.
"Eh...? I'm pretty sure that wasn't it..." She muttered.
"Well it is my name from now on! Understood?" I yelled at her and slammed my hands on the desk. She backed away a bit.
"O-Okay....I will call you Gorecoil..."
"Good."
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Time skip (now he's 18 years old)
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I was walking back to the orphanage from school. My shoulders were hurting because my backpack was so heavy. I sighed and looked around. There were so many happy people walking around me. Why couldn't I be as happy as them?
"Tch....I hope something bad happens to all of you..." I muttered and continued walking. That's when I saw them. Two familiar faces. Two of the people who killed my parents. I can't explain what the rage that took over my mind felt like. All I could think of was revenge. I looked around frantically to see if there was a weapon somewhere close to me. I saw a pile of bricks. I ran to it, picked up a brick and ran to those two people.
"You fucking...!" I yelled and hit the other person in the head with the brick. The person immediately fell to the ground. I turned to look at the other person, tackled him and started bashing his head in with the brick. People around me were screaming in horror, but I didn't care. After what seemed like five minutes someone grabbed my shoulders, took the brick out of my hand and pinned me against the ground. The person handcuffed me, then pulled me up and pushed me into a police car.
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Time skip
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"He's too dangerous. He might hurt the other inmates." I heard someone say behind that closed door. I had been in that room for hours because those idiots couldn't decide if I was going to jail or to an asylum.
"Is he really that insane? I mean, we could take the risk but....you know." A woman said somewhere outside that door.
"We are not risking it. He is clearly insane." A man answered. I groaned and closed my eyes. I was getting really bored. After a while someone walked into the room. It was the woman who I had spoken with for the past few hours.
"So...We decided that you are going to an asylum...." She said quietly.
"Hmh....I knew it." I muttered and looked down at my hands. They were covered in blood.
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Another time skip (now he has been in the asylum for like 6 months)
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How long had it been? How long had it been since they put me into that padded room with a straitjacket on? I had no idea. But I knew why I was put into that room. I attacked a guard who was annoying me. Or actually...I bit off his finger. It was the only thing I could do at that moment.
"....I'm so hungry..." I muttered. They had been starving me for fun. I hated it. I hated the feeling of being so hungry that I could eat my own flesh. But I couldn't.
"......I have to get out of here." I muttered as I got up and walked to the door. It was made of metal, but the side I was on was padded. It pissed me off so much. I sat down in front of the door and pressed my head against it.
"....Let me out..." I said and hit my head against the door.
"Let me out....let me out...!" I raised my voice and kept hitting my head against the door.
"Let me out, let me out, let me out!" I yelled over and over again, but nobody listened. After an hour or so I finally stopped. My throat was hurting like hell, and I could barely even say anything. I got up, walked to the center of the room and sat down. I could sense that it was nighttime. Somebody was coming to feed me soon. I actually felt happy. After a while someone opened the door and walked into the room.
"So, you finally shut up....Good boy..." The person said and smirked.
".....Shut up...." I muttered and got up.
"Well, I guess you don't want to eat then." The person said with a mocking voice. I walked to him and glared at him. Then I whacked my head against his head and knocked him out.
"And now....I'm getting out of here." I said and started loosening up the straps on the straitjacket.
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After he has taken off the straitjacket
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I dropped the straitjacket on the floor and kneeled down next to the person. I took his keys, walked out of the room and locked the door with one of the keys. Because it was nighttime, that guy was the only person who was still walking around, but I still felt really nervous. I walked to the front door of the asylum really slowly, making sure that my footsteps didn't make any loud sounds. Everything had went surprisingly well, but of course an alarm went off when I opened the door. I ran out of the building as fast as I could. I didn't know where I was running, but I knew that I had to get away from that asylum. I noticed that there was a huge forest close to the asylum, and I ran in there. I could hear yelling coming from behind me, so I continued running. After what seemed like an eternity I stopped, fell to my knees and started vomiting out pretty much everything that was in my stomach. I was so exhausted that I couldn't get up. I tried to crawl to a rock, but I passed out before I got there. When I woke up, it was still dark, but I could see the sun rising. I got up slowly and looked around. I was surprised that no one had found me yet. I started walking deeper into the forest. At one point I stumbled upon a corpse of a deer. Somebody had tried to kill it with a knife, but apparently the deer ran away while the knife was still stuck on its flesh. I pulled the knife out of the corpse and looked at it. It wasn't damaged at all, and it seemed pretty sturdy. I decided to take the knife with me.
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Time skip
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The sun was about to rise. It was still pretty dark, but I could see better. I heard some rustling coming from my left and I turned to look into the direction of the sound. Someone else was in the forest. When I saw them, an overwhelming feeling of hunger took over my body. I smirked and started sneaking towards them.

THE END

And there you have it! Gorecoil's backstory! :^
Yes, I know it's sometimes really boring and there's a lot of time skips but I purposefully left out the reeeeeally boring parts.
But I hope you enjoyed this even though I skipped so many parts :3
I'll continue writing these backstories when I finally decide to do something productive with my life