✧. ┊ 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜︕ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 ✘ 𝚐𝚗︕ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
ʺ 𝐡𝐞𝐲 , 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 ? ʺ
╰┈➤ After being raised in a poor environment, your life met a tragic end. Dying without a place to call home, how pathetic was that?
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In your dream, there was a child whose tears had run dry.
A child who longed to feel the comfort of a home. To be loved, supported, appreciated.
A mere child who wished for things that were forever out of reach.
"This is all your fault!" Your mother screamed at you. She yanked onto your shirt, dragging you back to her.
"If you were never born, your father wouldn't be sleeping around with different women every night!" She yelled, slapping you hard.
It hurt. It hurt, so much. But you deserved this, right? Everything was your fault, wasn't it?
Your body was thrown down onto the floor, and your already frail body was met with hard kicks.
"You were a mistake!" Your mother shouted, "You're just a reminder of everything I can't be or do!"
Your body grew bruises, and it felt as though your bones were crumbling apart. But your tears refused to spill, they couldn't spill at all. You were only an empty husk, a husk devoid of any emotion. You existed now, only as a doll that lived to endure abuse.
"You can't even talk back." Your mother kicked your stomach, causing blood to spurt out of your mouth. "Any normal child would cry, but not you. You're just a fucking piece of my body that's alive."
"Looking at you disgusts me, you should've never been born."
Could you even call yourself a human? When the people in your life that were supposed to care for you, neglected and abused you like some animal?
In the next moment, you were back in that cramped and dark closet.
Completely alone, left to die in that engulfing darkness. No one was coming to help you, no one was coming to save you. There was no one, and there would always be no one.
You resented everything and everyone, but the person you resented the most was yourself.
You were better off dead.
"Y/N." A voice spoke from the darkness.
You slightly flinched at the sound of your name being called. Your eyes shot from side to side, trying to locate where the voice had come from.
"Who... Who's there?" You meekly spoke— afraid. Your voice sounded small and pathetic, weak and hoarse from the abuse you suffered from earlier.
It went silent, the darkness still surrounding you in that cramped closet. You were visibly shaken, afraid of where that voice had come from in such a dark closet.
You were trembling as your body wracked in fear. You just wanted it all to go away.
However, in the midst of all that was dark— the unrecognizable voice called out again in a voice of hurt. Their voice was quivering, their tone breaking as they ushered out a hoarse whisper.
