User:Yatsume

Hello, My name is Yatsume. Or Fatal Wound whichever you'd prefer

I'm hoping to become a proper CreepyPasta someday but this will only happen if enough people read my so called "life story." It's not much of a story but more of a reason to file charges on my "parents". I suppose I should start with when I was a child, my mother had recently died and my father was too grief ridden to take care of me and my brother. I was then sent to hell which was properly known as my uncle's. My brother however was able to move out and head to a nearby college.I was fine with this, until I turned seven that's when my uncle started drinking.

My Uncle's wife had left him and he of course decided that instead of chasing after her, he would drink his worries away. This of course was a bad example for a seven year old, and I not knowing what it was decided that I'd be a big girl and drink some too. My uncle soon realized I was drinking when my teacher called him saying I smelled like booze and that I was unable to stand on my own. When I got picked up he took me home and beat me till I began to bleed saying how stupid I was. The next day my legs were bruised and my arm was fractured in two different places.

I was already being teased about the fact that I was born with white hair and red eyes.

They called me things like mouse girl and I suppose that fit me because I was the smallest of all the kids and I would squeak when I spoke to anyone. I didn't bother to tell my uncle he had developed some anger issues from all the drinking and with every question I asked I would be beaten. So I began to speak less and less, I would only sing right before my uncle got home which was when I had to clean or be beaten.

After a few years my uncle finally brought home a new girlfriend who demanded to meet me. I was ten and so I was beginning to grow into my body, however my eyes had changed from a bright red to a bright almost emerald color and my hair changed from a white to a yellowish blond.

My uncle didn't bother to take me to the hospital despite my freaking out.

When my new "mother" arrived she was dressed very nicely and had a son who looked around the age of 16 he smirked at my slender frame as I hid behind my uncle earning a smack upside the head from him. He yelled out that I was being rude and shoved me causing me to fall into my new brother's arms. He caught me and I could tell he was irritated by my uncle but he smiled anyway. I still feared him, I eventually calmed down and introduced myself my voice was a lot less squeaky but I still didn't like to talk for fear that my uncle was nearby. My new brother seemed to understand and simply nodded. We went outside and he sat by me on the warm summers grass. I smiled at him softly as we told each other of our life up until the point where we met. By the time I had finished telling my brother about my life he was angry to say the least but calmed down within time. and we went inside sitting down at dinner.

The next two years were the best years of my life..

also my eyes had changed to a bright blue which worried me but my brother calmed me down though.

When my brother finally turned 18 we decided to throw an beautiful old fashioned ball for him with his mothers money he made sure to invite his girlfriend and I was happy because we got along so well me and her would always draw together. My uncle was forced to be sober for that which only made him even more irritable. I was forced into a girdle and a slim fitting dress. I was twelve and had grown into my body quite nicely I was also a lot taller than I was. My voice was soft and sweet and my "mother" made sure I had grown into a lovely young lady. If I was bad or participated in boyish activities she would tell my uncle [I don't think I could ever call him a father] and he would beat me till I promised to be more lady like. My brother never found out I didn't want to worry him with my non-sense.

After daydreaming about about how things have been I was finally ready to walk downstairs with my brother. I taught myself to not cry or well my "mother" trained me not to cry and I put the training to use as me and my brother walked down the steps.

After the party me and my brother said our goodbyes and I helped him pack, he was headed to college to be closer to his girlfriend and so I would be left with the hell hounds. Over the next three years I became a rebel. I stayed out late, thought about drugs but realized that was stupid, okay maybe I wasn't such a rebel more of an average teen. I got good grades, never got in trouble in school, I did sneak out one night to buy an bow and arrow which I would stay out and practice shooting in the woods nearby our house everyday before I got home. I swear I saw a tree or something move one day but whatever.

Around this point in my life I knew I wasn't normal due to my shadow. If I was in a dark place and a flash of light came, my shadows eyes would grow larger and the blue eyes I was used to having would glow within my shadow, causing my eyes to turn black. I made sure no one was around me when it was dark.

My "mother" had made me wear contacts because she assumed I had something wrong with my eyes due to the fact that I avoided the dark when I was with people. I later switched them out with contacts that just changed the eye color instead of trying to "fix" my eyes so my "mother" wouldn't yell at me. I choose hazel contacts and I'm actually glad I was forced to wear contacts because my normal eyes had changed to cat like ones to which I ran outside into the woods and freaked the fuck out. Before hyperventilating and placing on some pink contacts. My "mom" freaked out when she saw I had on pink contacts and we argued until my uncle came home and beat me until I passed out. What I didn't know was that in my sleep my hair decided that it would be lovely to change it's self to a bright red. My mom freaked out again and I was beaten by my uncle again. After that I ran away for a week but was returned when the police found me in the woods with my bow. They returned me home, and my "mom" had my uncle beat me then she broke my bow and I was grounded for a year. Not that it made a difference I had no freedom in the first place. My hair turned black within that year and I began to cut myself depressed at my uncle beating me everyday. My "mother" gave up on trying to make me an "proper lady" and My eyes turned a light gray. I stopped wearing contacts since I felt like my eyes and hair looked nice together. after another year I managed to get an boyfriend he was emo and it only lasted two months before he dumped me saying I was too into things like scary stories called creepypasta and less into things like making out. But they were my only escape I would always stay in school extra late reading their stories before going into the woods and practicing with a really nice knife I bought with some of my uncle's booze money. I happily took that beating now getting used to the hits. That and my uncle grew more and more lazy so he didn't beat me as much.

I finally was able to handle my powers but my skin was still a work in progress I had freckles but I added red hair and blue eyes a rare combination. within those last few months I was finished with my training and on my 18th birthday I was ready for the best night of my life.

The night I killed my parents was amazing better than sex..then again I was a virgin so I wouldn't know. That's besides the point though. I began with my "mother" I got her when she walked in, my Uncle was still stumbling out of the car. I scared her with my faithful shadow easily using a flashlight to make my shadow glow she screamed and I only smiled. I had a lovely broken music box skipping somewhere in the house for extra effect. I just had to wait until.. *bang* my uncle slammed the door of the house after rushing inside upon hearing his girlfriend scream. I burst into laughter. This was going to be fun.

I scared them both with my shadow although "mother" was less scared. I quickly slit her throat and chopped off her arms as my shadow helped me hold down my Uncle while she bled out quickly choking on her own blood after she died I noticed the ring on her finger it was a cheap silver band and I laughed. "Wow "dad" couldn't even put down the drink for three seconds in order to buy your wife a proper ring huh?" He growled but was crying all the same. "don't worry father just.. enjoy your fatal wound." I stabbed him in the throat several times, chopped him up and hid bits and pieces of it all over the house. Then put what I planned would be my trademark on the wall

After that I happily packed some bags and simply walked out into the forest. I had already built a lovely tree house and then took the rest of my uncle's money to improve it. I had 200$ left for fun and if I ran out I would just kill more people for more. I liked my new life the blood excites me their screams thrill me, and when they cry I can't help but smile.

If I were you I'd lock my doors at night and shut your windows tight for I am the reason your parents stay by your side for as long as they do. My name is Yatsume daughter of Akuma

{Pictures will be added at a later date.}