(Y/n)'s Perspective

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Waking up in my bed I give a whimper. I was back in my room. Were they just my imagination? A way for me to cope with this loneliness that's haunted me. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.

I thought I ran away. I wish I would've at least died. A shaky breath leaving my lips, I rise from my bed. I had on a nightgown and looked at myself with disgust.

"I'm a mess..." I whisper. I had some dried blood and bruises grouped together in the places where they'd hit me. "I need a shower..."

Placing my hands on my forearms I gently rub them, feeling insecure. I didn't want to look in the mirror. I didn't want to be clean. I just wanted to go back to sleep and hope that this was my nightmare after all, the dream type, of course.

But no. This is reality. This is my reality. And I don't want to live it.

My lips frowned and my body slowly approached the bathroom door. I fluff my hair after stripping from my clothes. Looking in the mirror, I frown.

"Why do I hate you?" I ask my reflection, a whisper responding in my mind. 'Don't lie to yourself my dear, you don't hate me, they do.' I smile and start to cry. "I guess you're right. They hate me. But they've made me hate you. They've made me hate myself."

All the steam from the water started to make me feel dizzy, so I got in the shower and sat down. It's not appropriate if you're not bathing, but my legs hurt and I've stood long enough. I hum a tune in my head that came mysteriously to me.

I continue to hum as I stood for a short second to grab soap. I wince in pain as I rub it against my skin. Pain caused by either bruises, old cuts that have opened, or new ones. I hurry my self-care and got out, trembling with the small pains everywhere, feeling like knives slightly piercing my skin from every angle.

I dried off and wrapped myself in a towel. I dried my hair and blow dried it. For the first time in a while I smiled genuinely and happily. All that hideous (l/f/c) was out of my hair. I give a soft laugh and mess about with my hair, glad it was back to normal, giggling like a lovesick idiot.

Then reality struck me again with a growl of my stomach. I panic and grip my head. 'I need food, when was the last time I ate?! I need to sneak some food.' I bit my lip.

I throw on some decent clothes, so if I did get caught I wouldn't be in as much trouble. I put my hair up in a bun and started to make my way downstairs. I peaked around the corners and looked over the rails, but quickly backed away from them, scared I'd flip over.

I checked again just in case and sighed, thankful I haven't seen anyone. I make my way downstairs. On the last six steps, I felt a heavy object hit the back of my head and I went falling forward. I got lucky and landed on my side, but I think I broke a rib. I unwillingly let out a cry of agony.

I touch my side where my ribs where located and gently applied pressure, but even that was unbearable. Another unwilling sound of pain left me as I slowly stood back up, my hair was suddenly pulled and I was thrown backwards.

"Where the hell were you?!" Spit hitting my face, from the one I called father. I sit up and wiped my face. I looked up at him, my head spinning.

"What are you talking abou—" I was cut off by a kick to the stomach. I curl up and breathlessly whimper.

"You and all your stuff was gone! Where were you?!" He yelled.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about... a-all my stuff is upstairs." He left for a moment to see if I was telling the truth, once he saw I hadn't lied, he just walked past me and took his call. Leaving me on the  floor, a whimpering travesty.

I crawl into the kitchen and struggle to get myself a water. I then left it, crying and collapsing on the ground when I had finally entered my room, only some water spilt.

"I-I'm not hungry anymore..." I whisper, my voice trembling. My lip trembled as I cried. I crawl to the desk, dragging a blanket behind me. I wrap myself in the blanket, not a care in the world if I stained it with blood. I took a sip of my water and stayed curled in the blanket.

"I'm happy for you... I'm smiling for you... I'd do anything for you... f-for you..." I tried singing a sad song I like to listen to. It hurt to even try but I continued.

"I-it's always for you a-and never for me... I-I need it to stop s-so let me t-tell you p-please..." I inhale deeply. "I-I'm always sad and I'm a-always lonely, b-but I cant tell you that I'm bre-break—" I painfully breathe in.

"Breaking slowly..." I corrected when I could fix my breathing. "C-closed doors, locked in, n-no keys... keeping my feelings h-hidden there is no ease..." I breathe in shakily, tears spilling.

"I-I need it to stop... a-and I want to be able to open up b-but... m-my feelings are fatal..." I take in another breath, just to break out into a violent coughing fit, blood coming out.

"Why does everyone hate me...?" I sniffle, tears hitting my knees.

I flinch at the sound of a knock at the door.

"Hello?" This voice was new. I didn't respond, I couldn't. "I'm coming in." The door opened automatically and I cover my face with the blanket.

I hear footsteps echo throughout the room, my body trembled. 'Who'd they pay to hurt me now?'.

Whoever this was soon found me. I felt a gentle tug at the blanket, I quickly tug it back.

"Hey, it's ok, I ain't here to hurt ya." I kind of move the blanket from my eyes. In front of me was a young man who was probably in his 20s.

"D-don't touch me." I whimper. He could see I was hurt and young.

"This is awkward... I can't do this to a kid." He looked over to the door.

"We'll pay you extra." I heard my step mother's voice chime.

"I'm calling the cops lady." The man said.

"Call them and I'll say you're responsible for her injuries." She scoffed. The man frowned and looked to me.

"Well either way I'm not doing this, sorry kid." He left. I sighed in relief.

"Ugh! How hard is it to get a guy to get you pregnant?!" I heard her shout. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I got out from under the table, trembling.

"What did I do to you?" I whimper, tears continuing to fall. "What did I do to either of you?" She glared at me, hatred flaming in her eyes.

"You're breathing." She then slammed the door and left. My heart ached. I was just a thing to use for them. Something to model her hide. I knew she wanted to get me pregnant for more attention on our family. I ball my fists, nails digging into my palms, I drew out my own blood.

I limped over to the window and opened it. I didn't need a rope today. Today was my perfect escape. I won't need to face this anymore. I won't need to face any of this.

Shakily I stood on the rail. I heard the door open again and heard something fall and break.

"(Y/n)!" I heard my step mother shout, mostly in shock. I didn't owe her a goodbye. I stretch my arms out and fall, hoping nature would take me in and accept my lifeless corpse as one with it.

But the ground never came and the wind caressed my body. I felt someone holding me, I knew who this was. The man from my dream and my made up best friend.

"Y-you... you said you wouldn't make me go back..." I barely whispered before my trembling body went limp.