The 9-year-old had curled herself into a ball beside the front door of the apartment, resting her head back along the wall.
The girl had been home alone for the past week, her mother leaving on short notice and only saying she would be back soon.
Chime didn't know how to cook, clean, or fend for herself at all. She fed off of the little leftovers that lied inside the messy apartment, eventually until there was nothing left two days in.
Her stomach growled as she quietly cried, repeatedly rubbing her red sore eyes even though it had begun to sting hours earlier and only gotten worse.
The girl dragged her fingers along the tattered wood floor, an irritating screeching sound erupting from its surface as her nails collided with it.
She was becoming fairly thin at a fast rate as she didn't even consume much in the first place due to her mother's selfishness.
Even so, the girl cried for her mom
"may may, kyaayyjuupyupyee pyanlar par...(Mom, please come back)"
The child wailed for her mother, still under the illusion there was someone in this world who had held her dear.
Under the illusion that someone had actually loved her.
It was expected, but the woman had taken her time returning. She shamelessly entered through the door, immediately making eye contact with her pitiful child.
The girl stood up, a look of desperation as she reached for the woman. Her eyes were wide as if she had seen a saint. Wide and relieved as if she would finally be saved from this unbearable suffering called hunger.
"Mom—"
The child was cut off as she had been slapped across the face, a red handprint appearing on the side of her tear-tainted face.
"mainnk nyait paattae kalayy, do not touch me." (you filthy child)
The obedient child nodded, stepping back by an inch as she stood still. she couldn't get rid of the smile on her face.
Another being had walked through the front of the door, catching the girl by surprise as she could see her dear mother welcome the human being.
They were harsh footsteps, y/n's eyebrows immediately creasing as the man came into view.
"Phillip, this is my daughter." Her mother began, her tone of voice like silk as she lazily pointed her hand at the child in front of her for the white man to see.
The woman snapped her head to the child, "Pyuan par. (smile)"
In less than a heartbeat, the child's face had cracked into a beaming smile, wider than the one she had before.
"How are ya?" The man said, resting his hands behind his back.
He was American.
what was this? the feeling she got from this man was far away from good and welcoming.
From the looks of it, he was strong and wore all black clothing despite the warm weather outside.
his hair was short, neatly kept like the soft stubble around his mouth.
Who was this man? Why and how was he so familiar with her mother?
"Im good, thank you." The child said, keeping a straight face as she tried her best to respond nicely.
Her mother sighed a sigh of satisfactory, turning her gaze back to the man.
"where is it?." She asks, her tone becoming harsh.
"don't worry, I won't forget." the man laughed, handing y/'n's mother a plastic bag.
her mother looked inside it's contents, a smile growing on her face.
looking back up at the man, she gestured for him to walk farther into her trashy apartment, y/n followed quietly.
her mother slammed the plastic bag on the table, walking away to take a syringe from the cabinet and sit down.
y/n understood what she was doing. she just couldn't understand why this man was in their house. she shrugged it off, leaving the odd man's side as she started walking towards her mother seated at the dining table.
a large firm hand was placed on her shoulder, stopping her.
The girl turned to the man, slowly, fear rising inside of her as she met his gaze.
"where are you going?" he smiled, beginning to tug her towards the living room couches.
"what?" she muttered, her voice becoming shaky as her immediately turning her gaze back to her mother.
"a may!" (mom) she yelled, her thin hands trying to release the man's grasp on her shirt.
her mother didn't answer.
with the syringe stabbed into her arm, she wouldn't answer. she wouldn't think properly until next morning. y/n knew that.
tears filled her eyes, a grunt leaving her mouth as she was thrown onto the couch.
she screamed and kicked at the man, "a may!" (mom)
her voice was hoarse as she continued to yell for her mother while she sobbed trying to defend herself.
reality hit her.
whether her mother was high or sober,
she's not coming to save her daughter.
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✓ BONE, task force 141
Fanfiction'Everyone fails me' was simply a phrase she continued to repeat to herself because she needed to blame someone else, everyone else. The only person that failed her, was herself. ✿ ⋆ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a child who suffered at the fate of being the daugh...
