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" Close your eyes ". My names Freedom. All my memories from my childhood consist of playing with my many friends or drawing characters from my imagination. I knew I had psychotic episodes and schizophrenia from a young age and so did my friends but they never saw it as something negative or unsettling because they had their own problems, my parents didn't notice or care. I was a typical tomboy with shoulder length bushy brown hair and eyes which had olive hue to them. I was rather curvy and tall for my age being five foot five at the age of eleven and people described my personality as social, happy, creative, humorous friendly and rebellious but they said I had a darker side too. I lost almost all my negative emotions at the age of ten. I'm also trilingual which means I can speak three languages, Polish , English and Irish, which comes in handy. My favorite thing about me was my scar on my left hand I had carved into my skin during a psychotic episode that resembles a cat's skull. I have a sister laura and my parents were not the best. They seemed to neglect me and more than once I had to cook my own dinner because my dad was working and my mama was at a party with my sister.
I knew about creepypastas and they were one of the things my sketchbook was filled with aside from comics and different characters. I had my own creepypasta called Silent Killer who was modeled after me , she had the exact same features like me and I referred to her as I. My friends called me Silent Killer as a joke and I called them after their original characters too . I had the same black turtleneck, coat and jeans she wore along with light brown hiking boots which stood in the attic. She also attacked with a sledgehammer, my favorite weapon though she used a gun when she had to. I even forced my best friend Fi to write her
I don't remember much about the crash because the impact of me hitting half my face on the dashboard knocked me and my friends clean out. When I woke up in the hospital literally everything felt different. A kindly looking nurse who was pushing a trolley which seemed to carry needles past the door noticed I was awake and she came in and said in a thick American accent " so you finally got up " I had so many questions but all that came tumbling out of my mouth was " where am I ". She explained that while I was unconscious they flew me to America because my injuries were so severe and the irish hospitals didn't have any more beds , I ooooohed in reply and then she said " girl something bad happened to your face wanna see ? ". I nodded despite that I already knew what happened she brought a small hand held mirror to me and in it I saw half my face the rest was a malformed mess of melted waxy looking skin. I became aware of my surroundings too. I was in a small brightly lit room with light aqua color walls and one bed in the middle. I smiled at the new me and the nurse looked shocked. She then started laughing and we laughed it off.
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