Watch Out, Owl Boy.

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Hello, hello! Welcome! The girl above is basically you, but in this case you have your hair, eyes, ect. Well, onto the story! Enjoy.

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Insanity. It's something that is hard to deal with and get over. That's what I, Y/N L/N, deal with. Thanks to my family, of course.

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"YOU WILL PAY FOR ALL THESE SCARS!" I screamed out, my arms cutting down at an angle as the sharp, metal object in my hand swiftly cut through the thick skin of my father's throat. The sweet, smooth ooze of blood that slipped past the deep, yet thin cut. I harshly inhaled and exhaled, turning to the side as to walk back to my dresser. I tossed it open, throwing on a pair of leggings and a simple shirt. I placed the knife on the side of my leggings, the blood from the knife smearing on my hip and upper thigh. I huffed, walked into the kitchen, and turned on the oven to the highest level and tossed some food in there.

I walked back into the living room. I grabbed a box of matches from the end table near my deceased father's recliner. With shoes on and phone in hand, I stood by the door, flicking a match to life. The sweet beauty of the burning heat of light, it had to be bigger. Much bigger. I tossed the match directly to my mother. Her hair catching fire as it spread down to her face, melting the skin directly off. Bones were a better match in replace for her hideous face. I kept lighting them and tossing them onto each and everyone of their bodies; watching the flame burn them down to a crisp, their body a dish of black ashes. As soon as almost everything was lit up to a perfection, I tossed my knife into the burning hell I used to call home. The metal melting into a puddle made me sigh, "what a waste of a good weapon.." My deed was then done, I ran, ran to a close by place I knew there was a bathroom at.

I walked in, my body trembling in fear. "Hello, welcome!" The man at the register stated as he didn't bother to look over to my quivering form, as he was busy with a customer. I narrowed my eyes, looking around for a bathroom. While doing so, I walked down the aisles. "There it is!" I whisper yelled, stepping inside. I stepped down to the sink, looking into the mirror. All over my face were small streaks of tears and blood. I sighed shakily, looking down at the faucet. Cold water, that should do it. I turn the knob, water spewing out in a irritating manner. "Whatever.." I grumbled, lowering my head as I splashed water on my face a couple of times. I looked up, study my face. I looked like a total disaster. With this, I turned to my left, taking a few paper towels to clear off my face. When I was finished, I walked out of the restroom and made my way to the entrance of the store. "Bye, have a good night!" The employee chirped towards me as I walked out, I didn't reply, I barely even listened to what he said.

I began to walk back to my burning hell of a home. Cops, firemen, and citizens of my neighborhood gathering around my house in fright. "Y/N! My neighbor called out, pointing to me. I faked my emotions, trying to seem all confused, upset, and shocked. The captain of the police men stood before me, studying me before speaking up. "Do you live here, ma'am?" I looked over before looking back at him, I nodded my head. "Yes, with my family, of course..." I spoke out with a fake lump in my throat. I forced tears to leap from my eyes, pretending to seem like I finally connected two with two. Another cop coming to interrupt our conversation, "Sir, it turns out there were three victims who died. Each one having their death by fire, by an oven, of course." I let out a loud gasp, "NO! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING! My mom...my dad...my brother..." I fell to my knees, bellowing over as tears covered my legs. The captain bent down, rubbing my back in pity for my losses. "My apologies for your loss, we'll make sure to have your parents give you enough money to begin another life. To be able to move on, you know?" He continued to make this too much of an advantage. "W-What!? Really..?! Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" I cried out, my voice wavering from me trying to breathe.