I've been a very, VERY Bad Girl Puddin'.

The Nut Case (Your POV)

I was walking down the street calmly even though it was pouring out. I didn't care. I was so done with life in general that I didn't care anymore. My red T-shirt and purple jacket were soaked. The only reason I wore this stupid jacket was because it was the only piece of my father that I had. He was a crazy one, that man. But I had loved him no matter how bad he got. He never hit me or my mother until that day I startled him. It triggered something in him. Something DEEP in him and it made him go off on me and my mother. I cried for days. My mother died with a glass shard in her head, and a revolver with 5 bullets left inside her hand. The 6th one had buried itself safe inside of my father's chest. Safe inside his cold heart. I was the only one left alive so they blamed me, threw me in the nut house until the had evidence to prove my innocence. I just got out a year ago, finally being able to explore the world around me. Finally being able to figure out my life and make a name for myself. Until she showed up...