So this is my attempt at a Creepypasta fanfiction. Samantha is my OC and this is her backstory.

Samantha hated life. She hated the world, and she even hated her family. They never listened and she couldn't comprehend why. She decided that tomorrow was going to be the last day she was stay here. Samantha decided. Her family was alive yet alcoholics, and they drunk to the point of oblivion. They ignored her existence and she ignored them. Samantha found a way to sustain herself until this day.

It was midnight. Her time had arrived. She smiled as her parents were in their room, drinking and listening to loud music until dawn. Samantha quickly picked up all of her belongings that she left near her bedroom door--a duffle bag full of her needed items--a phone, clothes, a first aid kit, water, money (she stole both of her parents' credit cards), non perishable food, and a battery pack with her phone charger--and quickly ran out as quickly as she could.

Samantha dashed downstairs and ran out the door, happy that no one seemed to notice. But her hope quickly vanished as she was thrown down onto the ground below her. Samantha's hair was tangled in the brush and was being pulled from her scalp in the fury of falling and fear. A gruff voice awoke her from the fury. "Where the hell do you think you are going?!" It was her dad, as drunk as can be. He smacked her on her face. "You bitch! You're never supposed to leave here!"

"I'm... sorry..." Samantha mumbled out, in pain. Her father ignored her plea and continued to beat on her body--making her bruised and bloody. Samantha tried to call out for her mother, but she was not there. She never was. She lost all hope. Samantha lost her hope in ecerything around her and her whole world went black.

When Samantha woke up, she was surrounded in blood. Blood on the ground, blood on the trees and blood on her. Her head was throbing in agony as she looked around, trying to figure out where she was. When the throbing in her head finally slowed, she saw the scene. Her father--dead on the ground. He was covered in his own organs and his chest cavity was open. His arms were at awkward angles and his left leg was missing. She looked around and found it a few feet infront of her, bloody and red.

Samantha covered her mouth as she gagged and bile rose in her throat. "Breathe...breathe..." she told herself. And finally she calmed down. She found her bag which was covered in the blood, which was oddly dry. She stood up and walked towards her bag and started to change her clothes. They were soaked with blood and guts and it was making her uncomfortable. She threw down her old clothes and looked around in her bag and found a plain t shirt and skinny jeans, which she threw on.

She put her blood stained clothes in the bag and slung it over her shoulder. She looked back at the scene and was extremely afraid. What had done this? Was it something that walked by? Or was it her...? She quickly shook her head to let the thought go away. Thinking of the unknown made her anxiousness increase tenfold. Samantha looked around to see if there was anyone following her. She thought she heard a twig snap and break but maybe it was her imagination.

As she turned around Samantha suddenly felt dizzy. Extremely dizzy. Her stomach turned sour as she bit off the urge to vomit. "Why... me...?" She thought as her world went black once more.