Insane? Nope, a cheat

Who even is this douche bag?

~~Key/authors note~~
To make life easier I'm gonna choose your appearance and personality because it's crucial to the story I also can't write this without y'alls input on the story so please comment.
Y/n: your name
L/n: last name
F/c: favorite color
H/s: hair style (for the first and second chapter only)
~~Now let's commence with the story~~

being an only child was normally great, well other then when you parents treat you like you belong on the throne, yeah that sucks dick. but it always wears off when you "accidently" throw a baseball at a 4,000 dollar vase, kick over your dads television, and flush your moms diamond necklace down the toilet. well actually the necklace was fake, I had sold the real one for 48,000 dollars and flushed the fake.

that's how I ended up in the car to go to Statefield orphanage, I wasn't really upset, just pissed that my mom called me a worthless bitch and slapped me before I got in the car. of course, I wasn't going to put up with that, so while sitting here I'm already planning to make the crash look like an accident.

you see I still love my parents but I knew I went to far, and I wasn't going to live with my parents hating me, hell most of the popular people already do, mostly because I stand up for everyone they think it's ok to pick on, because that's the right thing to do.

I sat there toying with my h/s styled hair, occasionally tugging the ends slightly. I was wearing a purple, long sleeved shirt, and black skinny jeans. unlike most girls my age I don't care to much about my appearance, well I put some makeup on so I don't look dead, but not a lot. I hate the feeling of ten pounds of makeup on my face, especially with my sensitive skin, of course since I keep my face clean, I don't get much acne, only here and there, but never a lot.

as I saw my dad nearing the ditch I slowly leaned forward, screaming look out in my dads ear, jumping up and forcing the steering wheel over so he ran into the ditch, I unlocked my door and jumped out the car, ducking and rolling to avoid injury. I stood up with a few scratches all over my body, ehh I can live. as the car stopped rolling I slid down the wet ground and grabbed my f/c backpack out of busted open trunk of the car, and started walking into the forest next to the ditch.

I had a few choice weapons with me, my dual pistols, with a silencer on each of them. my combat/ hunting knife. and my d.i.y flamethrower, a.k.a my stolen lighter and some hairspray from my moms bathroom. as well as a small bottle of lighter fluid. also my combat skills, from many different self defense classes.

I walked around the forest trying to find some type of shelter because it was getting dark, and I knew people liked to come out and "play" at three in the morning. I rolled my eyes at the familiar feeling of being watched, it didn't bother me, as I've felt it all my life, it scared me when I was little, but as I got older, it lost its effect. I heard a twig break a few yards away, you'd have to be pretty dumb to step on twig, on purpose, or on accident, I have exceptional hearing and vision, so it was always hard to scare me.

I suddenly felt a knife against my neck. "go to sleep." a males voice whispered in my ear. I quickly whipped out my twin pistols and shot the feet of the person behind me. he ripped the knife away as he fell forward, spinning away I put the barrel of one of my pistols at on his head.

"who the fuck is this douche bag." I snarled a little louder then needed.

"the names Jeff, more specifically, Jeff the killer." he groaned, standing up.

h-how the fuck is he standing up after I shot him in the feet? what the hell?

in my three seconds of aww, I found my self on the ground, with my pistols out of reach, fuck. as I reached for my hunting knife Jeff forced my hands down, I smirked, already knowing my plan. I started squirming, and using weak attempts to get free, even though I'm much stronger then I look.

"p-please l-let me go, I won't tell anyone, I s-swear!" I blubbered out, fake tears forming in my eyes. "find your humanity! I just want to live to see my mom get better, and for my dad to stop drinking, and go see my grandmas grave one last time, please." I fake cried, I've taken drama eight of my fifteen years of life, so I'm damn good at acting.

"oh shut up bitch, you should of thought of that before shooting me toots." he sneered at me, grabbing his knife from his stained hoodie. I had enough of playing around, I quickly canged from crying mess to don't fuck with me. "ok lets do this the hard way, since your ugly ass seems to stubborn for their own good." I ripped my hands away grabbing my knife and stabbing him in the shoulder, whipping the knife down and pulling it out. I swiftly stabbed him in he other shoulder, doing the same thing to his other shoulder. then stabbing him in his stomach.

I kicked him off, grabbing my pistols, and ran as fast as I could, climbing a tree, I saw him run past. my name is y/n l/n and I'm running from a sociopath.