depressed jeff the killer x oc DISCONTINUED

Intro:

I'm not a normal girl. I grew up with a abusive father. My mother died in a car accident and I'm an only child. My name is Jacklynn and I suffer from PTSD or post traumatic stress disorder. This the story of how I became a killer.

I wake up in my dull room. It only has a bed, dresser, and closet. I tried decorating but my dad will destroy it. I get up and get ready for school. I put on a jacket to hide my cuts and bruises. I put on pants and leave my hair down. My hair was black and long. It was straight with bangs that covered half my eyes. I put on my back boots and leave my room. I walk down stairs and into the kitchen and grab my bag. Before I left my dad grabs me.

"Don't be late coming home brat like last night or will kick your little ass!"

"Yes, sir." He let's go of me and I walk out the door. I don't really have any friends so I'm always alone.

I walk into the high school I grown to hate. I walk passed many people as they stare and talk about me. I quickly pull my hood up and walk to the library. That's the only place I could get away from my crappy life. I find my favorite book, Cirque Du Freak. Its about vampires and it makes me feel like I can escape reality.

I run to class once the bell rang so I'm not late. I usually sit at the back of class and listen to music. I normally fail my classes but I don't care. My teachers know about my depression so they don't care either. At the end of school I left to go home.

Right when I got there my dad was on the couch smoking. I walk passed him and he stands up. "Do you know what came in the mail today?" I shake my head no. "It was your report card. Your failing every class!" His voice starts to rise and he slaps me. "You worthless bitch!" He kicks in my knee and tears fill my eyes. He pulls up my sleeve and puts his cigarette out on my bare skin. I scream in pain. Tears going down my cheeks. He kicks my stomach and I curl up in a ball. "Go clean your self up and no food for you tonight." He walks away as I try to pull my self up. My body ached.

I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I strip and grab a pair of scissors I have in the cabinet. Stepping into the shower I grab a rag. I look at my arms and saw that the cuts were still bad from last night. I look at my thighs. 'This is a good place to punish my self.' I put the rag in my mouth and cut quickly on my inner thigh. The hot water made it burn even more. I cut two more time fast and one more slowly. Tears started to run down my cheeks as my muffled screams leave my mouth. I clean myself up and dry off. I put on my PJs and walk into my room. I lay down on my bed in tremendous pain. I fall asleep hours later. My life truly is hell.