Hi there, I am Elsie Johnson and i am not the most normal girl you have meant. Sure, I might seem normal on the outside, apart from the occasional buses my dad gives me, but on the inside I am not normal. I see's things that no normal girl should, aliens of some sort, it is probably all in my head is what I tell myself every day.

These things I see's are visions,  I get them and then I usually pass out or I get them when I am sleeping. They only started a couple months ago, when dad hit me hard in the head.

That what I blames it on, my dick of a dad. But honestly, I don't not know what to think. I have never ever told anyone about what goes on at home, or about my so called visions.

Especially my best friend, Caspar Morrow. I never want to worry him, he has enough going on at home. I tell him everything, but not this.

It's hard for me to talk about, I don't like to feel venerable in front of people. It makes me feel weak, when I only wants to be strong, even if I am slowly breaking from everything that's going on around me, even though no one would ever notice. I am always making sarcastic comments, and curse a lot, and also have undiagnosed anger issues-but its how I get through it.

I spend all of my free time with Casper and his friends, I have became close with most of his friends too. They all make me feel really welcome, they make me feel ok even though I am not.

Casper likes to drawl, like a lot. I see all of the stuff he drawl, and he is pretty fucking good at it. Sometimes I spot drawings of me in there and tease him about it. I am only joking but sometimes I see him blushing, what does that mean?

But these past couple of months I have noticed he is drawling these dark drawings. Maybe he is going though a emo phase- but I dont know. They remind me of some of the visions I have been seeing.

That really freaks me out, I mean one time I had a 'vision' and it was right in his little coloring book. My mouth dropped when I saw it, but it's probably just a little coincidence. Right? God I hope so.

He really is my best friend, I am so glad I have a friend like him. Sometimes I see him looking at me and he quickly glances away and blushes. I dont know why- I mean we are just friends. Right?

One of the biggest things I have never told him was about my mom. I never ever talk about her, like never. I hate myself for what I did, I really hate myself for it. I hated myself so bad I tried to take my life. It did not work though, obviously.

What happened was once my dad saw my mom kissing someone else, in their bed. She thought that dad was at work, but he got home early. I was just sitting in my room playing with my toys, or doing whatever 7 year old do.

But then I heard it, the horrid screams of my mother. I quickly stopped whatever I was doing and ran to the hallway, and I saw it. My dad screamed at the man to go, and as the man sprinted away I turned back to my father and mother.

Dad grabbed my mom by the neck and started to punch her repeatedly. There was blood everywhere, mom was not able to breath, she was helpless. I hate myself for what I did next.

I just stood there like a fucking idiot and watched. I was fucking paralyzed just standing there like a coward. God I am such a mistake. I watched as my dad took my mothers own life. Pathetic of me.

A phone was in the other room but I just could not think, Ijust watched while tears flew out of my eyes. I watched in terror as my father dropped my mothers limp, dead body. I tried to scream but nothing came out.

That day was the day that broke me. There was no fixing me after that point. Every hit my dad threw at me after my mom died I took without any resistance. Because I deserved it. I deserve to be hit, after I watched my mom die in my fathers hands and did absolutely nothing.

No one even noticed my mom gone, literally we have no other family members alive. Well Caspar noticed, but I told him that my mom left us. Which is still bad but not as bad as saying " Oh yeah my dad punched my mom to death, and I just stood there like a little bitch. So how was your day?" So I never told him the real truth, he might start to think I am a dumb freak if I told him.

I could not live with myself after that, so I tried to take my life. Like I said before, it did not work, but sometimes I wish it did. It would save me a lot of dollars wasted on makeup for my bruises.

But that was a while ago, that all happened when I was 7 years old. Yeah, I tried to take my life at 7 years old. I am 13 now, but I am still reminded of what I did, I could never ever forget.

But I never have time to worry about myself because Caspar is having some family trouble. His dad pushed his mom down the steps, and now she is in a chair. I have to stay strong to help him through it.

People bully him all of the time, and I hate it. Most of the time one of my other friends are holding me back from punching Monty in his stupid fucking face. But sometimes I break free of their hold on me, and give Monty a punch or too, and me myself might get some. But why not add to my other collection of the bruises covering my body, couldn't hurt right?

So guys how do you like Elsie Johnson? Is there any nicknames you want Caspar to give her? Or just Elsie? Do you like her backstory? Thank you guys so much fro reading this, every person reading this means so much to me! Thanks, and have an amazing day :)