TheInsaneFallenAngel

Today had been quite hard with the recent case. We had a kid come in which I had to speak to. They were stuttering and not making eye contact. This girl was very frightened. Even after dealing with multiple people in emotional distress it's something you can never get used to. I made sure to give her a nice amount of comfort space and a cup of water. "Hi, would you mind giving me your name sweety?" I talked in a nice soft gentle tone while sliding forward a piece of paper and pen. "Miss Arter you have a call." I looked up to see a detective in the doorway. Turning to the girl I told her I'll be right back and to take her time. I grabbed the p

(Author Note: Okay it will be similar test format to Naruto Fandom Mary Sue Test.) Part 1-Name •Is your ocs name Japanese?[+5] •Is it a realistic name?[+3] •Is it orignal?(Not from another show,or off a Naruto character name.)[+3] Part 2-Appearance •Are they described beautifully by more then one character.[+2] •Are characters jealous of your ocs beauty.[+5] •Does character look realistic.(No oversized boobs without being a little chubby.)[+5] •Wear clothes that don't make sense. (Inappropriate,dont exist.)[+5] •Have hair color that don't exist.(Can be okay if explain.) [+3] Part 3-Species R

I opened my eyes which were heavy from exhaustion. Getting sprayed with a bottle of some liquid. I yelled it smelled like urine. He stood in front of me eyes darted to mine. "You dirty disgusting filth." He slapped me across the face. "Look what you've done getting my hands all dirty." I faced him staring into his eyes. What had he become. "I just wanted to be happy. Us to be together and happy." He mumbled. Moving towards the small table he was near picking up a sharp tool. Coming towards me. "Smile." He gripped the side of my face turning it. Gliding the blade against my mouth to cheek. Pushing harder to get it to cut blood dribbled down. S

I kept having dreams of a shadowed figure. Taken an interest I drew it. Once starting I didn't want to stop. In the dreams it looked to be exhausted of being in the shadows. Wanting to be alive. No one could see it but children. So I gave it the name imagination. My rooms were filling with the odd drawings of the being. Still my hands drew the pictures from the dreams. Then dark violent dreams began to happen. Even though they were horrifying I didn't want to stop. My parents brought me to a psychologist thinking I was reaching out for attention. They brought all my drawings to the office with the doctor. Piecing them together by the dates I