Watching \\ Undertale Chara

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I sit in my room. If you could even really call it mine. I shared a room with other children. Girls. They couldn't decided where to put me. I looked like a girl but I didn't have the body of one apparently. I am 13 years old. Flat chested, skinny and I have a very boy-ish body type. Which is why many of the other girls tease me. The smaller ones question why I sleep in the same room as them.
I am perfect. Or well, I try to be. At night, you'll hear children crying loudly in the floor below. Sometimes they're silent. But that's worse. I'm down there a lot. It's scary. Even though, they don't like me here, they always check if I'm okay afterwards. It's pitch dark and freezing cold down there. They'll come and check on you occasionally. According to what you do, is how bad they hurt you. I have many whip marks on my back, I've gotten bloody noses and black eyes.
I don't live in a orphanage.
I live in a mental hospital.
Apparently I'm insane. In my village, I'm hated. Everyone hates me.
I used to cut myself. I lived in a orphanage before this. A staff member there saw the scars and I was sent here. People think I killed my parents. They were well liked, had two sons and were relatively wealthy. I was the kid in the attic. They didn't want me in all honesty. I was the first born but I wasn't their son. My mom was hung and my dad killed himself. My brothers and I were sent to an orphanage afterwards. My mom was a priestess. And she started talking about new ideas and they hung her for it. My dad was shamed and ended his own life.
I'm going to kill the person who hurts us. One girl has a knife and she gave it to me. She was a older one and decided I, barely 13, was responsible enough to have a knife in a place like this.

I pull on my favorite sweater and leggings. I have brown shorts over them with the knife tucked into the waistband of my shorts. I pull on a black jacket and sneak out of the room. " What are you doing?" A maybe 9 year old girl asked quietly by the door. All she did was speak up to her dad and she got put in here. " I'm going to do what we all want to do. I'm going to free us." I whispered to her. She smiles " Okay. Goodluck, Carrie." She said with a smile. I lurk out of the room, stepping over the creaky floorboards.
I make my way to the place that wretched man sleeps. He's at his desk, asleep. I lurk up behind him and stab his in the back, twisting the knife. He doesn't ever wake up from the nap. I just killed someone. I actually deserve to be in here now. I have blood on my hands and glass in my legs now. I half stand in the broken window sill. It's a one story jump. I looked back and jump out.
I land on my knees and hands. I grin. I know what I'm going to do now. Climb the forbidden mountain. I have nowhere to go now. I'd rather my body not be found. I'm going to end my life. I don't want people pretending they miss me or how they wished I would be their friend. I start my walk to the mountain.
I've always wanted to climb this. It has a legend about it, whoever climbs never returns. I also wanted to end everything for so long. Everything hurts. No one loves me. Carrie. The kid with no gender and no last name. I don't like my name. I never did.

I found a cave. With a hole that I can't see the bottom of. I smiled. Perfect. I look behind me. I can see lights from that hell hole. They probably found that man with a knife twisted into his back and a kid missing. I jump down. Just like that, I'm falling.
The top getting farther and farther.
I'm crying but I don't realize it.
I say a silent goodbye to Mira, I think her name was, the little girl. I hope she'll be-
My thought is interupted by a slam. My body aches. I'm not dead. How?
I manage to turn myself over to where I'm not staring up. It hurts like a mother f-er. I can't bare this. I feel like I'm on fire. " Is anyone there?" I croak. " Anyone?"
I wait for what feels like forever. Though it could be just a minute. I hear footsteps. My eyes are blurry and I can't see the figure as it runs to me. " oh my gosh! Are you okay." The figure, which I assume is a guy, lifts me up a bit. I realize it's my leg that's hurting along with my head. I nod slightly, my eyes squeezed shut. He helps me up and I lean heavily on him. " I'll get you to my mom. She'll know what to do." He said, starting to walk as I held my head.

" I never got your name?" He asks. I don't want to tell the mysterious boy my name. Not Carrie. Clementine? Cleo? Cassie? Cassandra? Chara. Chara sounds good. I glance up to him, my eyes not focused on him.

" Chara. My name is Chara."