Bad Girl (Antisepticeye X Reader) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 1

Since I was a little girl I loved scary stuff. I was about 6 years old when I started to love spooky things.

It was Halloween night and kids from my school dressed up as princesses, pirates, ninjas and witches. I found it boring so I went to Halloween School Party dressed up as Bloody Mary. My teacher saw that kids were afraid of me. She came up to me and said " Y/N, you have really pretty Halloween costume but you have to wash the fake blood off of you because your friends are afraid of you". That was it. I started to hate people. I was so angry that I took my mother's hand and said "Mum, they don't want me here. They judge me 'cause I am Bloody Mary. But I like my costume. So let's go home".

That year was the worst year of my life. My mum suddenly got pregnant and things started to turn upside down for me. I had a little sister. Her name was S/N. She was terrible. I hated her. She got all the attention from my parents and I couldn't stand it. Before my sister was born my mum bought me plastic knife and fake guns. I love them. But when "she" was born my mum took them away from me. I cried a lot. They meant everything to me. I was really upset about it. But one day it all changed.

I was 16 and my sister was 10. She was old enough to try not to play with my knives. Yeah, I got some knives to my 16th birthday. The night was bad for all of us. I played with the real knife when my little annoying sister came up to me and said " Hey Y/N! Why don't you have friends, like me? Don't you feel alone sometimes? Even our parents don't care about you", her tone was really provocative. For those long years I ignored her but when she said that it all broke inside of me. I stood up and held the knife just few centimeters from her throat. She started to cry. But she just pretended that she was crying. She wanted to get rid of me. Now I understood that I have made a mistake. Parents rushed to her and saw that some blood dropped down from her neck. "Y/N!!! That's enough! You're ignoring your sister and then you try to kill her!? That's it! Get your ass out of this house and never come back!" My father yelled angrily. I stood up from my chair that I was sitting at and opened my wardrobe. I grabbed my suitcase and put all my stuff in it. I took some knives and got out of the house. I hadn't have a place to stay. But then I remembered that I have a grandmother. She always loved me and she hated my sister as well. I decided to stay with her.

Until my 22 I was still with my grandmother. But I had to move on in my life. I was really sad that I had to go. I moved to L.A. I found a small apartment in the center of the city. I hadn't have a job. I didn't want to have a normal job. It wasn't for me. I wanted some really nasty job. I knew what I wanted to be. I always loved scary stuff and it made me happy. I always wondered how it would feel like to kill somebody. I wanted to be serial killer.