A/N- Y/N is currently 6 years old. This takes place a day after his Father died. He died in a car accident.
Y/N's POV
Y/N: Hey, M-Mom?
M/N: What, brat?
Y/N: Will Dad be okay?
M/N: No, he's gone. It's your fault too. If you hadn't run into the middle of the road, then he wouldn't have tried to save your sorry ass.
Y/N: W-What? I-It's m-my fault?
M/N: Yes, it is! I wish you were never born! If you hadn't been born then your Father would still be alive! You're just a Freak anyways.
Y/N: B-But, I-I-
M/N: I don't want to hear it! Go to your room and don't come out unless I give you permission, got it?
Y/N: Y-Yes M-Ma'am.
From that day on, my life went straight to hell. I hardly ever got fed, I was beat and tortured every day and I never got to leave my room until I was 13 years old.
By then, I was a pretty blank person. I hardly showed any emotion and I was pretty antisocial. Nothing really changed until my Sophomore year of High School, when I was 15 years old.
M/N: You know the deal, right?
Y/N: Yes Ma'am. Don't stay out past 7:30.
M/N: Or What?
Y/N: Or I'll get beat again.
M/N: Good, now go.
Y/N: Yes Ma'am.
For the first couple of weeks, nothing happened. I was still an antisocial freak. But, that didn't stop someone from inviting me to join some church.
I was on my way home, like always, when I wasn't paying attention and accidentally walked into someone, knocking them over.
Y/N: O-Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to knock you over like that.
???: No, No, it's fine!
Y/N: Are you sure?
???: Yeah, really!
Y/N: If you say so. I should get going.
???: Wait!
Y/N: Huh?
???: Can I ask you something?
Y/N: Uhh, sure.
???: Would you be interested in joining the church?
Y/N: Hmm. How many day's out of the week will I be there and for how long?
???: Every day!
???: And we'll be there until 5:00.
Y/N: Alright, I'll join.
???: Really? Great! Would you like to visit the Church now?
Y/N: Umm.
At this rate, I'll do anything to get away from the house for as long as I can.
Y/N: Sure, I guess I'll go. The sooner we can start, the better.
Sarvente: Great! I'm Sarvente by the way!
Y/N: I'm Y/N.
Sarvente: That's a great name!
Y/N: Thanks.
Actually, now that I pay attention to her, she kinda looks like me. Well, in terms of skintone anyway.
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Will You Be Here For Me? (Rasazy x Abused Male Reader) (Fnf Mid-Fight Masses)
FantasyWhat would you do if your Mother abused you because you weren't like the rest of society? What would you do if you were blamed for your Father's death, beat and tortured every day for it? This is what Y/N has to deal with on a daily basis. Ever sinc...
