*NEW STORY, THE FIRST ONE I HAVE WITH NO ROMANCE! THIS IS PRETTY JUST TO FULFILL MY MURDER FANTASIES... ENJOY!*

The last straw... This was the last fucking straw...

Hello, my name's Jade. Welcome to the horrifying setting which is my mind. You will take a trip with me to my journey of becoming a creepypasta character.

Unlike most people probably think, it's not a fun transition. It takes years of mental and/or physical trauma. Or you just need to be born a monster or mutant (talking to you Slendy!) And I know what you're thinking. Well how bad could your life had been before that you would want to be a creepypasta character? It was pretty fucking bad! Plus my sanity dropped to the level where the other 'pastas' just take you from your life whether you like it or not...

Now why don't we enjoy my background story, and the explanation to the 'last fucking straw' shall we?

Ever since I was born, I was neglected by my family. My dad was always working to support my two half-sisters and I (with a little help from my grandma). My mom never home (being a selfish bitch). Finally, after six years of fighting, my dad found out all of the horrible things my mom was truly doing and left. He tried to take me with him, but since there was no divorce to be handled, and no clear evidence that my mom was a horrible person, I was stuck with her. And since he was never around, I believed he didn't care about me.

Deep down I hated him until age nine yet I didn't know how to express anger. Then, I called him and told him off when I was nine, and he told me... The truth. Everything about my mom and how he left to get away from her. But, then I realized something with the help of my family. I 'look and act' just like my mom. They told me this every time they saw me. It sickened me. It made me want to puke. But all I could do was say "Everyone tells me that." The last thing I ever want to become is my mother. And don't even get me started on the fact that she doesn't give a damn about me, if my stepdad needs something. He's her first priority and I'm her last.

So, at this point in my life, my brain was already making its transition to insanity. Add the fact that I wasn't allowed to cry in my house unless someone died. Now for the school life. This definitely had an effect on me as well. In kindergarten, all the boys and most of the girls bullied me. They called me fat and ugly. But there was still a couple of kids who were willing to hang out with me. And this happened exactly the same, even through puberty. Which made me bi-sexual. I thought a lot of girls liked me because the LIKED girls. I was wrong, but the process was done. In sixth grade, guys finally took notice of me. But, unlike I thought, they didn't take notice of me, they took notice of my boobs.

So my first 'boyfriend' was a 15-year-old when I was 12. He was more like my designated pedophile. At first, it was an innocent crush on my part. Then, when I started getting flirty, he turned into Mr. touchy-feely. He taught me a game called nervous, where you run your hand up someone else's thigh and you see how long it takes them to get nervous. He did it to the back of my thigh so he could grope my butt. At this point, I was still really innocent and naïve so I thought he was flirting with me. After that, and I'm ashamed to admit this, I gave him a bj... then he cheated on me. After that, I became very vulgar, and I still thought being touchy was the only way to get guys. This was an addition to me insanity.

Another guy (my age this time), some sexy words, and an angry mom later, I got hooked on this boy. I shall not name him, but he's really awesome. We're sorta friends today (or relationship is very complicated and sometimes he can be a douche) but he still doesn't seem to realize I'm not a sex toy. This added to my insanity as well. I had another good boyfriend before him and then... I met him!

An amazing guy that unfortunately helped my insanity. I'm in love with him. His name's Gabriel, he's my perfect match! Yet he added to my insanity by caring. I was about to kill myself when I met him. He stopped me from that which I thank him for. However, he doesn't let me cut myself. And he's almost as insane as I am. He cares so much. I would never want him to leave me. Unfortunately, he lived far away to begin with. I was planning on running away to his house, but I was too much of a wuss to do it. But when they took me away. I could never see him... At least not as much as I'd like to.

Back to my insanity. At this point I was having thoughts of murder. I could legally be registered insane. I had many disorders (borderline, schizotypal, dependency, schizoid, to name a few.) Yet I was still high functioning, so I had some social skills. Explaining why I had so many 'friends'. These people barely talked to me, I had only four true friends (shout out to Amanda and Sammy!) but they couldn't stop the process. Oh about the last fucking straw thing. That has to do with the fact that my friends were getting bullied and I couldn't do shit about it because it either happened a long time ago. Or... they live to far away.

When the exam was taken, I couldn't even understand it. The test was a nightmare, literally. In the dream, I was holding a knife to my sleeping mother's neck. And a voice asked me if I would do it. I believe the feeling of murder was to keep me from self harm or suicide. Why hurt yourself when you can hurt the ones who hurt you. Anyway, in the dream... It was a massacre. Not only did I slit her throat. I stabbed her until I was sure she was dead. Then I killed my stepdad next to her who tried to fight back. But silly old stepdaddy and a few of his punches couldn't fight me off. I had cuts and bruises but they barely hurt. But then I realized, when I woke up... I wasn't asleep in the first place. I became a murderer.

And that's when the voices got louder... and I was pulled away by black tentacles and pale hands. I was obsessed with the website so much (I really am still!) to know that I was being taken away by the pastas...

*Woah, cliffhanger! please please please tell me if you liked it or not. New chapter whenever! Love ya bye!*