RadioApple X Reader: Imperfect

3. Best Day

***Trigger warning: Violence, death. Summary at the beginning of the next one.

*** Your POV ***

Maybe if you knew that today was going to be the best day of your life you would have started off your morning differently. Made yourself an extra special breakfast or put some extra cream in your coffee. But how were you supposed to know, that you were going to die?

Instead you started today like you did any other day. You got up, wincing as your feet hit the cold ground, and made your way to the bathroom. Brushed your teeth and hair, avoiding the mirror at all costs. Changed from your sleeping shorts and tank top to a long sleeve shirt that covered all the scars, and some sweatpants.

Mark, your supposed to be boyfriend was luckily already gone for work. But somehow between 8pm last night, and this morning, he has managed to make the apartment a complete mess. Dirty underwear, chip bags and beer bottles were strewn about with the artistic flair of an impressionist painter. A bad one.

"Great. Just fuckkiinnggg great." You muttered to yourself as you started picking it all up. You had to clean it up and make the house pristine again before he got home or else who knows what he would come up with to take his frustration out on you.

Once you finally got it all picked up it was already past noon. In a way, this was better than when you were with your parents.

It started years ago when your mother divorced your father, then left. Wanting nothing to do with him, she didn't fight for custody or visitation rights, just left. You could hardly blame her really, his drinking and gambling was getting out of hand for a long time before that. But at least at the time their bullcrap didn't affect you or your siblings all too much. They fought, they yelled profanities about each other to you, it hurt. You still didn't like loud noises from it all. But that was the worst of it until mother found your dad cheating and the divorce happened.

*** Your POV - Years Ago ***

"You ungrateful bitch" Your father taken you by the shoulder. You happened to have walked in right when he opened the divorce papers. "You should have never been born."

"Dad please, I just wanted to know what you wanted for dinner!" You pleaded, not knowing why he was lashing out at you so suddenly.

"FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT!" He yelled and pushed you to the door frame. "Ever since you came a long its been nothing but bad luck! I knew I should have told your mother to get rid of you when she had the chance!"

"How is it my fault?" You asked, tears in your eyes.

"Everything you do, everywhere you go bad shit happens. If we haven't had you then maybe your mother wouldn't be leaving now. You bring misfortune where ever you go!" He took you by the hair and threw you into the wall. "OUT OF MY SIGHT."

You did your best to scramble out, but you weren't fast enough so there was swift kick to your side that sent you flying out of the room before the door got slammed into your face.

*** Your POV, Today ***

Shit. Shit. You fell over in a flashback and were curled on your side in the middle of the room crying. Hours had passed. Shit. You still didn't have dinner prepared. Hastily you got up wiping your tears trying to get your bearings. Your feet wobbling underneath you. Somehow you managed to pull out pasta and other things to make a simple meal, but your thoughts kept flickering to your past.

Maybe it was true, maybe everywhere you went, bad luck followed. Maybe thats why your fathers bets all suddenly started going down hill, your mother's jobs kept falling through. Why your siblings kept getting hurt. Why your mother just happened to come back from a trip early to find your father with the other woman. Maybe you were. Just bad luck.