It all started when I was seven. People would call me crazy even before it happened, but no one knew how far my crazy went.
It was October 9th. My birthday was today and I had just turned seven years old. My mom had bought me a a very beautiful cake. I had just got done eating a piece of it, when I looked out the window of the kitchen and saw that the moon was full.
I know that this might sound weird but I as a weird little seven year old snuck out of my own party to look at the moon. But when I stepped out, I was in for a surprise.
There were two men out in my back yard and they were arguing. I didn't know what to do especially when they started to get violent. I just stood there and tugged on my curls that went right back into there bouncy place.
And to my seven year old minds horror and complete fascination one man got the upper hand and shoved his fist into the other mans chest and pulled out a very needed organ. His heart to be exact. I just stared and without thinking I started walking towards him. He turned around and saw me. It was then my little mind realized he was dangerous and the term stranger danger kept ringing in my head.
My small, frail body turned to stone. The tall man slowly walked towards me, a smile smile starting to appear on his face. When he got right in front of me he knelt down. I looked up because even though he was kneeling he still towered my small frame.
"Why aren't you just the cutest thing." He said with amusement. I blushed and replied hesitantly, "thank you mister."
"Well what's a little thing like you doing up so late?" He questioned but had a dazzling smile on his face that my seven year old self could barely handle. I smiled and got all excited and answered, "Today's my birthday!" "Well happy birthday little one."
I looked over to the man who's body had gone pale and had his organ beside him. "Is he dead? Did you kill him?" I asked but instead of getting scared like any normal kid would do I just got excited.
"Why yes I did. Is there a problem with that?" His smiled faltered but not by much. "Well my momma says I'm supposed to be kind to everybody....." He tilts his head and I wonder why I haven't went to get my momma or daddy. "Well what do you think?"
I say the first thing that pops into my head. "That was so awesome!" I say and he tilts his head back and laughs. "You little one are something special." He bops me in the nose with a bloody hand. "Well little one I have to go but we'll meet again." And he disappeared.
I went back into my home and told my story to everyone at my party. This is the story of how I ended up being forced to go to therapist and how im completely mad. But I've never liked people calling me crazy. I personally liked psycho better.
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Hola peoples. If you liked it gimme some feed back please I beg you and if not well if you haven't realized yet I'm psycho sooooooo. Nah I'm joking (no I'm not) hope you enjoy
-love your baby girl ja
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Pretty Little Psycho
Teen FictionThey called me crazy. They called me mad. When they found out who I really was , they called me nothing because they had a knife in there throat. Jasmine Kain or, Ja for short, was like no other. She was very kind when she wanted to and when she did...
