psycho at 16 (Complete)

Part 1, Clark's Suspenful Story

Hello, my name is Clark I am 16 years old and I am from New England, Massachusetts. I am blonde with green eyes, and I am white. I have an English accent. My childhood was very strange and depressing, my parents died from a car crash with a semi when I was seven, luckily I was with my aunt and my uncle in Oregon.

The saddest part for me and for anyone really was that phone call from the police. As much as I'd loved to had lived with my aunt and uncle it was the worst thing you could possibly hear at the age of seven. My aunt and my uncle also wanted me to live with them, but they couldn't afford it. Well, thats what they told me, but really come on I knew why... It was because I went absolutely crazy (because of what happened to my parents). My aunt and uncle love me they said, but do you really put a seven year old kid whose parents just died a month ago in an asylum? I don't think so well I didn't at the time.

I was trapped between the bars and walls of Mendly asylum for five years then one day they finally let me out. I was better. I guess even though they said I was better my aunt and uncle didn't believe that for a second, so I went to the last thing there was left, an orphanage. Of course no orphanage wants the kid that was in an asylum for almost six years. Except for one in New England, Massachusetts.

On the plane ride instead of a flight attendant sitting with me, it was a cop associated with the asylum. It was a long five and a half hours of talking with a police officer and sitting bored out of my mind, but finally we arrived.