The Owl House One-Shots

She Remembers

Hey! Soooo, I don't usually write these types of things for a kids cartoon, but then again I did write those brutal gore chapters? I just try and make my one shots as original as possible. And I guess this can double as a vent chapter?

So here's your warning better read it carefully 🤠✌

¡HUGE TRIGGER WARNING!: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ABUSE, SELF HARM, AND OTHER UPSETTING TOPICS!

Luz stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes traced the bags just below the lids. Her eyelashes fluttered unwillingly at how tired she was.

So tired...

It had been days since she had slept.

Days.

She hasn't slept for days, because the nightmares always crept back into her mind.

Creeping, so slowly...

So vivid...

So real.

Every night, all night.

From that night.

The night no one bothered to look into.

The night no one cared to look into.

Did anyone really love her? That's what Luz would ask herself.

If they had, he wouldn't have hurt her so bad.

She can remember the pain.

The strong, burning pain in between her legs.

The pain of him inside of her.

The pain that she felt knotted in her stomach.

The feel of the blood dripping down her inner thighs as she hugged her knees in the bathroom...

The feeling of absolute disgust over herself. The feeling of hatred for herself.

And it hung over her head.

And she couldn't erase it.

She remembers harming herself.

She thought it was her fault.

She felt like it was her fault.

She remembers the feeling of the cold blade against her skin.

Slicing and dicing at the delicate skin, creating scars that never got the stitches they needed.

The odd feeling of serenity as she realized she's hit a vien.

Just giving up.

She gave up.

So why not finish it? So she thought.

So she went into the bathroom and sat in the bathtub.

She just sat as she bled.

She slowly bled out.

She felt every last singe of pain.

It stung at her legs, as it should.

She thought she deserved this pain.

She felt like it was all her fault.

She felt so dirty.

So dirty...

So she just sat there.

And awaited for her death.

Except Eda barged in after hearing Luz's sharp and choked cries.

She pulled Luz out of the tub and into her lap.

Despite her being a bloodied mess.

Luz was so confused on as to why Eda cared.

She almost couldn't believe it.

Except there she was, in Eda's arms, gasping for air as she bled out.

And Eda cried, for she too, blamed herself.

But she held herself together.

Because she caressed her girls hair, and cooed her quiet as she tended to her wounds.

And she lived.

Luz could remember what he would tell her.

Inside of her.

Leaning closer.

"You deserve this. You asked for it."

Except she didn't remember asking for it.

She did remember the way he forced her hips to move in sync with his.

The way he thrusted so hard that she just nearly passed out.

The way his smirk formed on his lips everytime she cried for help.

She remembered just wanting him to end it there.

She remembered wishing he would go too hard; too deep, and kill her.

So, Luz stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes traced the bags just below the lids. Her eyelashes fluttered unwillingly at how tired she was.

So tired...

But she had been fighting to her wits end.

Fighting...

And, for her, that was enough.

Because despite how bad he had broken every single last piece of her, she was still holding on.

Fighting for her life.

She wasn't ready to let go of her life and hand it over to death.

It was time for her to take her life back.

It was time.

And Luz, well, things don't go away.

But they get easier.

Time doesn't heal a thing.

But it is slowly helping her learn to live with it.

Whether wanted or not, this was her life now.

And she was going to live it like a champ.

Because this life was hers. She is her own person. Nobody can control her anymore.

And that wouldn't change.

Aaaaand that's it. :) sorry for the super dark chapter! I think only a selective few people will understand this story on a personal level, so there's that!

Enjoy your gay, everyone. 😉