WEDNESDAY, JULY 15, 1987
A girl in (H/C) pigtails held her teddy bear in her arms. Her grip was tight, as if the bear was stuffed animal was her only tether to the world. In her young mind, it was.
"Mommy?"
Big (E/C) eyes looked up, filled with worry. Her mom lay on the couch, a weird bottle in her hand. And she was crying. Really, really hard.
"Mommy, are you okay?"
Her mom turned to look at her slowly, and for a moment, her crying stopped. "Your eyes..." she mumbled. Her voice sounded weird to the young girl. Muffled, somehow. "They look just like his..."
"Like whose, Mommy?"
Her mom shook her head. "Doesn't matter," she muttered. She sat up, and waved the big bottle around. "It's just you and me now, baby girl! Just you and me!" She took another drink, before groaning. Her mom then threw the bottle on the floor.
Little (Y/N) was glad it was empty. Daddy didn't like messes. She wasn't sure when he was coming home─ he'd been gone a few days now─ but she knew it should be clean before he got back.
She looked up. Her mom stood up, and said a bunch of words the young girl didn't recognize. She sounded angry, or sad, or both. It was hard to tell. But she left, still screaming and crying, without cleaning up the broken bottle on the floor.
Mommy must've been really upset, the girl thought. (Y/N) began picking up the shards of glass from the floor. She winced, as her hands were cut. But she kept going. Mommy needed her right now.
Even at 8 years old, she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
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SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1996
(Y/N) sat on the curb, vodka bottle in her trembling hand and tears streaming down her (skin tone) face. The shock had subsided, replaced by complete and utter despair. Her whole life, she'd put all her efforts into being strong. Into not being a burden. And now what was the point? Firdt she'd been fired. It was hard enough trying to get the first job at her age, and now for her to have been fired? It'd be impossible. She'd be homeless, and so would her mom... if she didn't kill herself first.
There was the thought that she'd been trying to avoid. Her mom had attempted suicide. She'd probably try again. What if the cops didn't show up next time around? What if (Y/N) couldn't stop her?
The worst part was, (Y/N) blamed herself. She'd been so tired, so distracted that she'd made her mother's emotional state worse, when she was meant to be comforting her!
She'd spent all this time being strong for her mom. And now it was her fault she wanted to die.
It never occurred to her that it wasn't her fault. That it wasn't her responsibility to keep her mom alive. She'd been doing it so long she had no concept of what a normal, healthy family looked like.
She took a long drink. Then another. Then another.
Headlights blinded her for a moment, before the car stopped and the lights turned off. A door slammed shut, and a person approached her. But with her blurred vision, she couldn't really tell who it was.
"(Y/N)?"
"The one and only," she answered. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, and concerned.
"Are you drunk?"
"Me? Drunk?" She scoffed, waving her bottle around. " 'Course not. I'm just having a little drink is all..."
"What's wrong?" The blurry figure sat next to her on the curb.
Suddenly she remembered where she'd heard this voice before. "Lev!" she slurred. "You're not s'posed to see me like this!"
"Like what?"
She shrugged, and went to take another sip.
But Lev took the bottle. "I think you've had enough, (Y/N)."
"No, I need it... need to forget everything..." She tried to grab the bottle, but there seemed to be three of them now and she wasn't sure which was real.
"(Y/N)," Lev said seriously. "What's wrong?"
"You don't have to worry," she told him, trying to match his serious tone. But even she could hear the slur to each word she spoke. "I'll be fine! Government's payin' for the hospital bills 'cause we don't have any money, so I don't have to worry about gettin' fired yet!"
"What do you mean?" Both Levs looked worried.
Even drunk, she chose to pretend he was only asking about the getting fired part. The other part hurt too much to talk about. "Tony came to see me at work, and my boss fired me for it... said I'd been slackin' off."
She was too drunk to notice the deadly glint in his red eyes. But whatever he was thinking, he seemed to put it on the back burner for the moment, in order to focus on the matter at hand.
"What do you mean 'hospital'?" He asked.
(Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, but quickly turned her head away so she could throw up.
Lev held her hair back for her, until she was finished. "Okay," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and helping her up. "I'm gonna take you back to my place, okay? Get you some rest."
Even with Lev helping, she stumbled around until he guided her into his car. He sat her down in the backseat, and she immediately flopped over to lie down. He gently pushed her feet into the car, and shut the door with her inside.
As he drove back to his apartment, Lev glanced back at her in the mirror often. (Y/N) had already passed out. He hoped she was okay. He'd never seen her like this. So drunk and upset and... vulnerable. This was the first time he'd seen her without any defenses. It was strange, upsetting in a way. Yes, he wanted her to trust him, but... not like this. Not when she was so clearly distraught.
'It's okay, (Y/N),' he thought, glancing once more into the mirror. 'I'll take care of you. I'll always take care of you.'
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𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄 (yandere x reader)
أدب الهواة❥︎ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ yandere x reader ❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ (Y/N) has been in an on-again, off-again relationship with Lev since sophomore year. Some say they're crazy, some say they're soulmates. Regardless, everyone seems to think they'll...
