Sup. It's Amber. {My Original Character Story}

The Beginning.

Hey there. I'm Amber. Amber Lexus White. How are you? I'm doing good, well, at least until my siblings get home. What you're about to hear, is the story of my life. Before becoming a CreepyPasta, during the 'changing' in my personality, and during the days of being a CreepyPasta.

Currently, I'm one of the 'badass, lonely, independent, doesn't need anybody, and always alone' type of CreepyPasta. I'm always teased about my personality, well, my personality now-a-days. I don't mind it. I ignore it. But, sorry that I'm rabbling. You probably want to know how my life started, was, and is currently. I'll tell you the story, but if you don't like anything around self harm, abuse, suicidal thoughts, etc, then, you shouldn't be here. You should go hang out with some of your friends, go play a game, anything that will make you happy.

Just, please, be careful. I don't want anybody to have to go through....what I did.

~~~~~The Beginning of the Story~~~~~

"AMBER!! MOM NEEDS YOU THIS INSTANT!!" I heard my older brother, Jackson, yell from the other side of my door while banging on it. I walked over to the door to open it, but didn't say anything. When I went to go open the door, I still heard Jackson still banging on it. Once I open the door, I imediently fall onto the floor from being punch in the face by Jackson banging on the door. "Ha. You deserved it, bitch." I heard him walk away back to his bedroom while I was getting up from my bedroom floor.

I started walking down the stairs to the kitchen. My mother and father were nice, but my brother and sister, one the other hand, were terrible. They would abuse me when my parents weren't home, behind school, while I was taking a short cut through allyways or the forest, basically anywhere they could without anyone else seeing. My older sister, Paisley, would bring me into the girls bathroom, push me into a stall, and try to drown me, but would stop when I kicked her in the gut. When I got my head back out of the toilet, Paisley would grab a pocket knife and try to cut me, but I would narrowly dodge the attacks, grab my bag, and walk out of the girl's bathroom.

Once I got home and got inside, my parents would always ask why I would come home with my face, down to my collarbone, and my hair would be wet. I would always tell them, it randomly started raining at school, I'd fell in a puddle, or a garden sprinkler would hit me on my way back. I would never tell them the truth about my siblings abusing me. They said that if I told anyone, they would personally kill me themselves.

It would always send a shiver down my spine.

Once I would get in my room, I would grab a towel to dry my hair, go to my desk, turn on my computer, and go on social media to see what my siblings would always say about me. Once I saw their names on Twitter, I thought to myself 'What could it be this time'.

But what I found on Twitter wasn't them talking. It was their friends talking shit about me. I saw 'Oh, that little bitch from school? Yeah. She's a total slut. She should impale herself on a branch in the forest', 'Mmhm. She deserves to die.', and 'She sould commit suiside'. But there was this one that especially caught my eye. What I read made me sit in my desk chair shocked, jaw opened, almost crying. It read 'You guys are the ones that should die. What has she done to you? Nothing. That's what I thought. Now stop bullying her or I'll kill you all. Every single one of you that caused Amber to hurt. Psysically and emontionally. You made her cry. I'll never forgive any of you for the harm that you caused Amber'.

I started to cry onto my desk. 'Who is this person?' I thought to myself. Then I looked back at the tweet and looked at the name. It read 'Jeffery and Liu'.

I reconized those names. Those kids are from my class. Their names are Jeffery and Liu Woods. They were probably the only people I talked to. I wasn't friends with them, but I talk to them sometimes. They were there to comfort me when I really needed it. And what i mean by that is that I would go talk to them every now and then.

I didn't have any homework because our substitute didn't know what to give for homework and our teacher didn't put down any homework on the paper she gave him. Anyway, I just took a shower to wash off all the toilet water and so the I could relax my muscels. I worked. Whenever I got stressed, my mom would always tell me to take a warm bath, but since I don't really like taking bathes, I take long showers. They felt nice.

Once I got out, it was already 8:19. I got off of social media at 7:20. I took an hour long shower. I smiled but not for long. I forgot my clothes in my bedroom. So I just got my clothes as quickly as I could and ran back into the bathroom connected to my room.

When I got out, I was wearing the most comfortable clothes I had. I was wearing a deep, dark, red sports bra, some sport kapree leggings, and I had my hair in a messy bun so that it wouldn't get my clothes wet. I loved this outfit but I don't wear it out in public and I only wear it when I'm in my room alone. The only reason is so that people won't see my scars that I got from Jackson and Paisley. And I won't get questioned.

~~~~~~~~End of Chapter One~~~~~~~~

A/N: Hey how was this chapter. Are you happy that I wrote 1004 words worth of a chapter of my new book.

I will put a song at the very end of each chapter that I think relates to the chapter. If it doesn't to you, then please, don't complain. Please, I don't like people complaining about what I do.

Here it is. I love this song.