I was deemed insane at the age of 5 . I'd play with knives. I'd cut the heads off of my dolls and hang them around my room. To me it was pretty and normal , but to everyone else it was kinda creepy. I never got to meet my dad he left at my birth. After 10 years of being at the asylum, when I was 15, I finally broke out.
I found the creepastas they took me in and told me about my dad. I decided to side with the creepypastas who I called my family, rather than my very evil daddy.