GUYS! So remeber when I said I was doing a Pewdiecry fic?! Yeah, well screw that! TIME FOR A CRY/OC FIC! HELLS YEAH! So, before we jump straight into this, I would just like to say that the OCs in this fic (not any parents unless I mention that they are friends of the main OC) are based off of rl ppl! I'M NOT GONNA MENTION NAMES. Also, sorry about any spelling mistakes. I don't have spell check on this and I sort of have a little dyslexia that I inherited from mum. No need to worry, though!

"Shit..." she whispered, looking at the camera. "She's home!" Looking out of the window briefly, she quickly said - "Well thanks for watching! I'll be uploading soon! BYE!" And with that, she paused the video.

She groaned mentally and prepared herself for the abuse. It was rapidly tearing her away. It was becoming more visible, too. Her voice was raspy and her hair became more tangled, though she tried to brush it as much as possible. Her ribs sort of ... protruded from her chest - She hadn't eaten in, what? 4 days? No, it was a week. Definitly.

"I'm home, you lazy shit!" Her mother called up at her. "Renee? What, to much of a fag to reply?! Hah, I guess so." Footsteps thundered up the creaky, old staircase and the door quickly swung open, causing Renee to squeal a little.

A hand quickly grabbed the poor girl's hair. Formerly a sweet, smooth chocolate, her hair had now faded into a sickly, matted chesnut. Her eyes were dull. Where gold orbs had once been, a dim, pale orange stood

Nails scraped across her cheek and her fist collided with the scrapes. Her mother threw her down on the floor (Renee's face was quite familiar with the floor now).

"You were playing with that stupid camera again, weren't you?!"

"No..." She managed to croak out.

"Don't lie to me, you ungrateful whore! I know you you just want attention; That's all you ever want! You ungrateful -" slap "fake-" slap "devious-" slap "little WHORE!"

A sharp stabbing erupted in her stomach. Vision blurring and mind fading, she was able to hear just a few more words...

"I hate you!"

Everything was black.

-Lolinouh8disbutticanthlpitsoz-

/Renee'spov\

My body burned.

All of it.

What happened? I can't remember...

Oh, wait. Now I can.

Can I stand up? My arms ached, am pushing with them was not the greatest idea.

I just realised! You have no idea who I am, do you...?

Ah, well my names Renee Harpington, I'm British and I'm 19 years old.

Now, heres the deal.

My father, Nick, was killed 15 years ago. All he was doing was going out for a buisness talk. Him and his boss (Kane Johan,) had met up at the local pub. They had requested a private room. They would be safe.

Well, thats what they thought.

My father was a banker. A very serious one at that. Kane just wanted to talk about a robbery.

Papers had been required to fufil this, so Kane had brought a whole stack of papers - he said it 'insured the job was done correctly'.

Anyhow, walking through the pub, some drunken lads spotted them and thought 'Ooh MONEH' or some shit like that. Armed with shotguns and knives, they somehow snuck into the private room.

They shot.

Ok, I can't say anymore. I'm crying. I coughed, yet blood splattered all over the floor.

"Fuck." I muttered.

My face was throbbing and my voice was hoarse. That's it. She'd done too much. I can't take it anymore.

I'm leaving.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. CLIFFY.

Sorry. I'm just really mean. Ok, SEE YOU NEXT TIMMMMMEEEEEEEE!