I found out my own father has forgotten that I exist. my Brother and Sister lied about me doing things then watched as i was punished. My brother watched me take a broomstick, fist, hand to my face and head because he broke my mums vase and blamed it on me. (I was never abused as a child) I’ve been replaced and dad has not contacted me about my early acceptance to St. Thomas University. And i still can’t bring myself to turn my back on my siblings and father. Whats wrong with me… I’m broken …

Who would rp with him?

3am: Phone was cut off.

3:30-8:00am: cried and blathered like a baby.

8:30am: Leave the house to walk 3 miles in the facking cold to the bank to put MORE money on my phone.

10:16am: Stumble into the bank crying in pain because everything was frostbitten.

10:25am: Stumbles back into the cold after emptying my bank account onto my phone.

11:00am: Walk into a possible job that i already know.

11:20am: Mum brings me home and i continue on my story.

2:32pm: Find out i got accepted to St. Thomas University

2:33pm-Current: Alternate between crying in happiness and sobbing because i am scared.

So why am i so scared…

Charlie never asked to be born different; she never asked to be born at all in fact. Having grown up fast and hard, she could look at you and tell you your life was over without batting an eye. Then she would execute you in much the same manner. Most would call her a cold-blooded killer, if they bothered to notice her. She travelled all over Canada and the US, hunting the thing that took her parents and left her to die in her crib. She was determined to take down as many things on her way as she possibly could. But nothing prepared her for what she encountered in a small dinner somewhere near Boston. His name was Sam Winchester and he seemed like an okay guy; until she found out he was a hunter himself and Lucifer resided inside him. What does one do when they find that out? How does one even react? She thought she knew; but he threw her for a loop after meeting up with him again at a local bar. After a few drinks he made his move, leaning across the small table and whispering in Charlie’s ear. She visibly shivered and stood up, paying her tab and exiting with a grimace. How did he even know she was hunting the demon? What’s worse, how is it he killed him already. She had nothing left to live for; hunting was the only thing that kept her alive. Charlie was so deep in thought she didn’t notice that Sam had followed her out and was advancing on her, reaching her and slamming her into a wall and covering her mouth. She struggled but he was unyielding, smirking and pulling out a knife.

“Why are you looking for him? What do you have in common with that piece of shit!?” He snarled and the blade kissed her cheek, opening up a small incision. Charlie struggled harder, trying to free her arm and swing at him. Sam was quicker and pulled her down, kneeing her hard in the chest and smirking as Charlie’s bones crack. She moaned and relaxed for a few seconds before he slammed her back into the wall and pressed the knife against her spine.

“I can sever your spine and kill you without caring; tell me!” Sam growled against Charlie’s neck and smirks as she whimpered.

“He killed my parents; he killed them and left me to die!” Charlie cries out and bites her lip. “He left a note, with my name on it. He said he would need me in years to come so I thought I would find him and kill him!” She stated and coughed, blood leaking out of her mouth. Sam pulled away and crosses his arms, huffing and clearing his throat.

“Dean and I killed him; a few years back, he can’t come back. I suggest you stop looking and go do something else with your life.” Smirks and chuckles. “What left of your life that is because I fractured the main connector for your ribs and the splinters punctured your lungs and heart, giving you 20 minutes left to breathe.” He turns and starts walking away. “Oh; and, Charlie is it? You have blood on your chin. Clean yourself up.” Disappears into the darkness of the alley and leaving Charlie to choke and follow him. “Wait, please… Please wait Mr. Winchester…” She puts on a burst of speed and runs into him, knocking him down and panting. “Why… Why are you killing me?” Charlie coughs a sick wet cough and rolls him onto his back. Sam looked up at her and pushes her off. “Why are you so persistent!? I don’t understand you!” He stands and moves away from her. “I’m trying to help you but you seem bent on dying faster!” Drags Charlie to her feet and throws her into another wall before stepping back, gasping and looking down at his hands. “I need to get away, don’t move and someone will find you!” He snarls and starts walking away. Charlie watched him go and slowly felt her body start shutting down. “Sam…” She cried out weakly and her head rests on the ground. This was not how Charlie pictured herself dying and she began crying softly before feeling herself being picked up carefully. “I’m sorry… He is hard to control…” Sam spoke gently and heads to the closest taxi. She looked at him tiredly and relaxes into his arms, passing out completely.

(2 days later)

The steady beeping of the machines helped Charlie deduce that she was not dead, but she might as well be. ‘A hospital room…’ She thought woozily and opened her light green eyes. A chair scrapped across the floor somewhere close and a blurry blob-like face appeared in her direct vision. ‘Go away… Please… Who are you..?’ Charlie only managed to sigh and blink slowly.

“I’m sorry… He isn’t kind to… New people… Luc I mean…” Sam’s voice boomed against the silence in the room. “Don’t move… He put you in intensive care, broke every rib and almost broke your back but you’re not going to die.” He continues and pulls the oxygen mask off Charlie’s face. “Could you tell me your name that would be great?” Sam sounded genuinely concerned for her and this made Charlie nervous, causing a shiver to ripple up and down her spine.

“Ch-Char… Lie…” She managed to whisper before the Morphine made her eyes droop closed, continuing her drugged and slow recovery. Sam sat back down on the family cot and looked at her. He felt responsible for putting Charlie in the hospital in the first place; Lucifer had no right taking over with intent to kill her.

“I’m sorry Charlie, it’s nothing personal… You just happened on a bad day…” Sam looks away and sighs, knowing he should get some sleep but can’t close his eyes.

(Several hours later)

Charlie groans and jolts into awareness, panicking and looking at her hands in fear. In her mind they were skeleton hands and she screamed, startling Sam awake and off the cot in a bemused state of half-awake. Charlie continued to scream and looks over at Sam, her screams reaching a higher pitch. Nurses swarmed in and restrained her quickly, giving her another dose and sighs as she quiets down again. Sam stood slowly and walked over to her, shaking his head and sighing. “What is it about you that has caused Lucifer to chomp at the bit, trying kill you…” He asked and looks down at Charlie’s restraints. “The better question is… What did the Yellow-Eyed Demon want with you? I doubt you tasted demon blood… You barely look 23.” Frowns and heads out of the room, calling Dean and muttering a quick apology.

“Yes. I understand I have been gone for a year without a word. No. No it’s something else. The hospital in Boston, no I am not hurt… But Lucifer tried to kill another hunter. She was after Yellow-Eyes. Yes, Lu told her you and I ganked him. No, Lu put her in intensive care… I know I should have a tighter leash on him now get your ass here! Yellow-Eyes wanted her for something and we need to figure it out.” Sam snapped and ended the call.

Back at the room, Charlie started to regain consciousness and she slowly looked around. “…Sam..?” She tries to sit up but can’t. “What the…” She groans and lifts her head painfully slow, looking at her chest. “I’m… Tied down..?” Charlie pulls at the binds but it yields nothing. She looks around again and lays her head back. “Someone… help…” She whimpered and Sam walks back in. “Please… please don’t hurt me…” Sam turns and walks over.

“Charlie, your okay… I’m not going to hurt you…” He spoke softly. “My brother is on his way with his girlfriend and we are going to get you away, to safety. I need you to tell me why you were picked by Yellow-Eyes… Were you his… New body?” he asked and pulled up a chair.

She shook her head and looks away. “I don’t know Sam, I don’t know if I can trust you enough to tell you that I am to a dead demon.” Charlie cleared her throat and Sam sighed, crossing his arms. “Charlie. We are going to get you out and then you are going to have to tell us.” She looks over at him, tears leaking from her eyes and her lip quivering.

 “I killed them! I killed all of those people… You came to this town to find the killer of all those people right? Well it’s me. I have been doing it. I don’t want to but that is how he programmed me. They start out as bad dreams… Then the bad dreams become all I see. I lash out in terror and when I wake up in the morning… I’m covered in their blood.” Charlie cries softly. “Don’t you get it? I am his weapon and since he is dead… There is no way to turn off the nightmares. I have to die.” Pulls at the restraints and looks at him sadly. “You have to kill me.”

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The Rugrats really were a figment of Angelica’s Imagination.

Chucky died a long time ago along with this mother, that’s why Chaz is a nervous wreck all the time.

Tommy was a stillborn, that’s why Stu is constantly in the basement making toys for the son who never had a chance to live.

The DeVilles had an abortion, Angelica couldn’t figure whether it would be a boy or a girl thus creating the twins 
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As for “All Grown Up” Angelica was a bipolar schizophrenic who, as a teenager became addicted to various Narcotics, bringing her back to her childhood and thus her creations she obsessed over, because of time lapse between the present and the last time she interacted with her creations, she made them older, Angelica was constantally taking hits of acid, so she would never have to live without her creations who were her only company, in a judgemental world

Angelica’s mom actually died of a heroine overdose, Angelica was schizophrenic/bipolar because she was a crack baby, additionaly Drew in his depression married a gold digging whore, that Angelica idolized because she fooled herself into thinking it was her real mom, but always had a concept of her mom, Cynthia, and took a barbie doll, and made it after her mom’s image, wearing an unwashed oranged dress, and having jacked up hair, which is why she was so attached to it, later in life she followed in her mom footsteps w/ drugs and everything, dieing of overdose at age 13 when All Grown Up! was “canceled” 

The only rugrat not to be fictional however, was unborn Tommy’s brother Dil, however Angelica didnt know the differace between Dil and her creations, Dil didnt follow her commands, after endless crying and a refusal to disapear like the others did when angelica was angry with them, she hit him. And she hit him, screaming a screaching tune, Stu ran in and pulled his neice off of his only child, but it was too late, he had a brain hemerage, which resulted in a deformation, as he grew up his damage only became more evident, by the time he was 9 in All Grown Up! He lived as an outcast, being ridiculed for his weirdness, and retardation, the immense guilt over this is what led to her drug use and is what led Angelica to un-create the rugrats breifly, until her expericance w/ hallucinogenics.

On a trip to Paris to find love, Chaz married a hooker named Kira (He was actually going to marry a differant hooker, but she just wanted him for his money), who had a daughter named Kimi that was torn from her because she was a cocaine addict (Angelica imagined her from Kira’s stories), he lost his mind after the death of his wife and was in denial that she was ever prostitue, upon return to America, Chaz and Kira married and she got her greencard, it was actually a really happy/romantic story, Kira continually stuggled with addiction, but was relatively happy w/ her life, and Chaz

Suzie was actually Angelica’s only friend, who entertained the thought of Angelica’s creations, for her, She later became a phycologist and teamed up w/ Nickelodeon to make the Rugrats! When Angelica died of drug overdose, she helped arrange her funeral, Angelica’s death was sad, because of her addiction, she was expelled from society, which lead to a break with reality, and her eventual death, she spent the last days of her life in the back of the school cafeteria, imagining friends around her, and playing with the lives of her creations.

She died March 5, 1994, reblog if you were throughly mindraped, this is the truth behind your childhood. 

(Source: Yahoo!, via th3uglybarnacle)