Chapter 1: Soviet Revolution and the Consequences of Communism in Modern America
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Suicidal ideation wasn't something I had ever thought about growing up. It was stupid and immature to me, and for the longest time I believed I would never feel that way, it was a weak mindset.
Then I hit puberty. 9 years old and I was already deemed "woman" enough, what a fucking joke. I shouldn't have hit puberty that young, I was practically a baby.
Everything had to change of course, what kind of woman would I be if I didn't experience everything everywhere all at once. Suddenly, daddy's little girl no longer applied to me, it became a distant idea of everything I could've ever had: the acceptance of my parents, the "unconditional love" that they preached when I was a kid, even though that is what I was, a kid. I was a kid. Gone were the days where I could walk into my house after school and not feel like I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders, my tiny, 9 year old shoulders.
Someone should've warned me to never develop my own thoughts, feelings, and opinions, this would've saved me the trouble of seeking out the attention and affection that I lacked in my house. The relationship with my father had begun to crumble, and the one with my mother was no different, I had become my own person- an entity separate from them both, I was no longer clay that could be shaped into whatever they wanted me to be. And although they had tried to convince me on multiple occasions that they did love me, their actions had spoken their true, hidden words.
It was truly not a surprise that I had turned to the internet once I had gotten a phone, ah the joys (horrors) of turning 12. Maybe it was that damn phone like my mother had constantly scolded me about, or maybe it was never hearing an "I love you" from her until I was 16, fresh after an attempt on my life. Nevertheless, fanfiction.net did wonders to my brain, and suddenly I had delved into the wonderful world of...
Creepypasta. Good god.
From under-rated characters such as Nurse Ann to popular audience ones like Jeff The Killer, I loved it all. I had never experienced such a spike in happiness, and now I was nose deep into the formerly obscure lore of my favorite psychopathic killers. I now had a reason to lock myself in my room and turn off the outside world that laid outside of my closed door, I finally had a source of excitement.
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I haven't been hit with the AO3 author's curse yet 👅 this is currently my final week of school so I'm taking a shit ton of AP exams, please bare with me 💔💔
treat this as a little QNA because I want some feedback!!:
- once I'm free from hell, should I upload once a week? Twice? Three? please let me know
- what do you want to see in the next chapter that I am totally making
- just ask me anything!
Notes:
I took the most massive shit while writing that by the way
