TW// domestic violence, child abuse, mention of alcohol addiction
It was a warm crisp evening when Y/n Tattler had killed her father. Warm enough for her to tell the police that she was playing in the garden when the incident happened. When the murderer had savagely taken the life of the person most beloved to her.
It was her fourteenth birthday. She should've been over the moon. After all, birthdays were supposed to be a special occasion.
This one was different. Or maybe it was too much of the same.
When the cold draft from the window hit her face, her body instantly shot up. She was ready for the day. Though her parents yelling at each other downstairs didn't really help.
A carefree kid, she skipped downstairs with a small smile upon her face.
Her parents were sat at the kitchen table, arguing about their current financial situation. The young girl was oblivious but the following events would set out a path that'd change her life forever.
"Hey Mom, Dad. Do you know what today is?" She said, full of hope, opening the curtain and enveloping the room in bright white light.
