"HEY KID!" your mother called out to you while smoking a cigarette.You coughed as you entered the smokey room.
"Yes, Mama?" you ask politely, somewhat intimidated by your aggressive mother. You opened a window and walked up to your poker-faced mother.
Your mother, Phoebe, aka Rat seemed to look like...well...just that. She had brown and grey hair, a pointy nose, and beady eyes. But she wasn't called Rat just for her appearance. She was a drug dealer and so was your father, Herald, aka Roach. She was sneaky and knew her way around things.
"OK, we have a special order from some important people."
"What are they buying?" you ask.
"You," your mother said with a filthy grin.
"W-what? You're selling me? I don't wanna be a prostitute! That isn't legal! C'mon Mama, you wouldn't sell your daughter would you? Mommy please!" Tears ran down your face like miniature waterfalls. You hated your current life but your parents can't hate you that much, could they? You've killed for them! Killed people who didn't pay their fill! People who tried to cheat them!
"First of all, what we do for a living isn't legal, and second of all, (y/n), they're not buying you. You're worthless! You won't be a prostitute. They are taking you from us. Maybe to another asylum. Not exactly sure. Said it was 'confidential'. I do hope it's somewhere you can't break out of." Smirking, your mom blew a puff of dark smoke.
You trembled all over thinking of another asylum. You've been taken to every single one in the US. They treated you like there was something wrong with you but you knew in your heart that you were normal but were under different circumstances. Ok, so what if every now and then you got too stab-happy? You got caught in the heat of the moment! No one can blame you. But then your shaking stopped. Oh come on! I could break out of Azkaban if I wanted to! You thought to yourself. It's going to be fine.
"By the way, hon, the place you're going to? It's in Japan. Pack your bags, little brat!" Your mom cackled as you froze in place.
You pulled your (hair color) lockes behind your ear and nodded, dragging your feet to your small room. Dear God what mess have I gotten into?
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Sorry, I know it's short, but I have school. I don't really have a schedule for updates so ya. Sorry. Love you! Thanks for reading my first fanfic!!!!^3^
😚, CJ-Rose
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FanfictionI don't own anything. like at all. so ya.... My first ever fanfic so enjoy~ You're mental. Insane. A killer, in fact. There isn't a single asylum in the USA, your home country, that you haven't been a patient in. Until some richy-kid school in Japa...
