Many years ago a young girl by the name of Nitrous was born. Her parents both lived in the slums where they could easily get drugs and not be caught. Nitrous was always lonely since not many kids her age lived in the area. She mainly talked to her imaginary friends and drew pictures with scrap paper she was able to take home from kindergarden. As her parents became more and more obsessed and addicted to their drugs they would forget she even existed. When Nitrous was at school not many children would talk to her. Not many teachers even acknowledged her existence, all but one. Her kindergarden teacher Ms. Merald. The woman know as Jasmine Merald had no children of her own due to a disease that made it hard for her to have kids. She deeply cared about Nitrous's well being and often offered to let her stay at her home in the suburbs. Nitrous always said no because she feared her parents would find and hurt her.
As she got a bit older she started to become more involved with talking to her imaginary friends. It worried the teacher greatly because she assumed that this was due to her being ignored and neglected at home. Nitrous was really being sexually abused at home by her father.
Many years later she was around 7 years old. One night her father was about to use her but she used a kitchen knife she managed to get a hold of and kill him. Her mother then tried to kill Nitrous in which Nitrous killed her as well. For at least 3 years afterward she scavenged for food and did not go to school in fear that her parents dead bodies would be found and she would be arrested or worse.
About 3 years later she had finally left home and went to high school. She stayed there for 2 years until she killed a fellow student who had been sexually harassing her. She also had stabbed a girl who helped the boys attempt to rape her. She was then sent away to the mental hospital in her area because the police caught video of her talking to herself/imaginary friends about when she killed her parents.
She was inside the mental hospital for 4 and a half years until she escaped. When she escaped she had found out that her imaginary friends were real and not just in her head. During the time she was in the mental hospital they had used many drugs on her and had kept her in a straightjacket often. More often then not she would escape the jacket. When she was under the effects of the medicine she was more paranoid than when not on them. Her paranoia would cause her to use her nails or her own blood and sketch hellish images on the walls.
After her escape she moved into a very poor and not populated area where she had hoped to live in peace. Sadly she never did get the peace she wanted. She had killed for a living and still dealt with the haunting memories of her childhood.