Creepypasta fanfiction/pure randomness

Hobo Heart

Hobo's P O V

Backstory By Me:

I'm Anthony Graham, I'm 21, my birthday is August 31, 1980, I died December 4, 1986, when I was only six years old and my sister was three years old her name is Celeste her nickname is Cece. Our father was a very caring and loving person, but he was never usually home due to him being a soldier especially since back then wars were going on everywhere.

On December 4, 1986, I was walking home with Cece after picking her up from preschool, we lived in Russia we had enough money to afford food, clothing and even entertainment.

We were late and knew Mom would be upset, our Mom wasn't a very caring and loving person she was an alcoholic, drug addict and very abusive yet I still loved I'd hug her before leaving for school, take care of her when she was hungover, take care of Cece and even managed to do the laundry. But at last nothing could get me her love.

Cece's coat was slightly thin so I took off my thick one and gave it to her leaving me in a thin T-shirt, now that I look into it back then It was below 20°F.

After finally reaching our house, I opened the gate and walked up the stairs, I knocked on the door. No response.

"Mom!" I called, no response, the light was on and I could she her through the window.

"Mom!!!" I yelled she looked at me and opened the window "I told you if your late again you'd stay outside for an hour" she said closing the window "At least let Cece in" I begged but she ignored me.

I tried the back door, It was open but right as I pushed it open, It was slam shut and latched.

I decided the only place to go was the shed in the back.

I walk to the back and tried to open it but It was chained shut, so for Cece to not worry and get scared I brought her to the playground.

I let her go on the swing and slides then she said she was hungry, so I ended up stealing food from a neighbor's house who wasn't home at the time.

I heated up some soup I found in their fridge which was kinda difficult for a six year old but I managed along with some bread.

I gave it to her then she fell asleep, my fingers were turning a dark purple with cracks in them my hands had dark purple blisters and spots all over them, same for my lips I could taste the metallic taste of blood dripping from the cracks on my frostbitten lips. My snow white hair had ice on it my hair was white due to disease past down to me by my Dad which makes our hair have no pigment I had crystal blue eyes people even said they're so light they glow in the dark. To keep Cece warmer and safe from frostbite I pulled her close to me and curled up around her.

Soon my vision started to blur and I started to shiver badly, I felt confused when I looked around to see where I was then my chest started to tighten and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I knew I was going to die.

So during my last moments I took off all my clothes except my underwear and put them to cover Cece, then I took the knife I used to cut the bread, a pencil from my bookbag and a piece of paper.

Even though I was a six year old I was quite smart, so I wrote on the paper my last words to my Mom and Dad separately.

For Mom I wrote: I know I'd never get your love no matter what I did so I will give you something used to keep me alive, something close and dear to me, in exchange for your love I give you my heart, I again apologize for coming home late if I came home earlier I wouldn't be in this situation right now. Love Anthony.

For Dad I wrote: You were the best Dad I could ask for and I love you dearly and will always be watching over you. Love Anthony.

Then I placed  Mom's note on the window sill then plunged the knife into my chest, after cutting a hole large enough I reached into my chest and tore out my heart from my chest I then placed it beside the note and drew a heart on my Dad's own.

After that I fell to the ground before finally taking my last breath, I crawled over to Cece and kissed her on the forehead then I was satisfied. Right as I was about to take my last breath the front door flew open "Anthony!!" My Mom's voice yelled she then saw the note she walked over to It read It then stared at the heart she dropped the paper frantically looking around and soon spotting me.

She ran over and took me up as she stared down at me she saw that my chest was now just a hollow hole, "Who did this?!" She asked and my last words spoken to her were "I did, because I love you, when you love someone you give them everything" I said pointing to her then to Cece, then I died hearing my Mom scream non-stop for hours until everyone was out of their house looking to see what happened.

Cece lived, but only for three months until the actions of our Mom's punishment towards us caught up to her and she died from hypothermia.

End Of Backstory

Present day:

It was winter, the season I last experienced before dying, I was on the playground in front of my home one of the places I last visited before dying I was sitting on one of the swings.

My little sister was nowhere to be found she always wondered off, soon I heard moving in the woods behind me.

I turned around and my sister walked out, she sat on the swing beside me.

Then she looked up at me she's 18 now, "I heard about this house…On the darkweb" she said "Their welcoming supernatural beings and lost souls to stay with them for as long as needed" she continued "So you wanna go there?" I asked she nodded "I wanna actually know if there are people out there like us" she said "Alright let's go" I said standing up.

She stood close to me as I teleported us to the place.