If course we hit 11k for this depressing chapter -_-

---Cross' POV----

I walked down the road, the rain being too light to need to run. I smirked as I remembered Nightmares pissed face when I had checkmated him by running out into the rain.

Boy he really didn't like being called that word, what was it?...Senpai?

I chuckled and shook my head. I actually have no clue what that means and if I'm honest, I don't think Nightmare really does either. Oh well, I'll just have to ask Dream later.

My shoes splashed through puddles as I walked. My feet are damp from where the water has soaked through the fabric. They had nearly dried out at Nightmare's house, but then I just ran back out into the rain.

I would have quite liked to stay longer to be honest, but my chosen wording bought up a very valid reason for why I should get the hell out of there and run.

I glanced around the street, my house isn't that far away now...

Well...when I say house...

Its not what most people would be proud of.

I turned down my road, looking at the floor to keep all the perfect houses out of my vision. They just made me feel ill. Nightmares place is practically a mansion, its not fair, why does it have to be me stuck with the crappy life?

I frowned as I neared the old crumbled and decaying house at the end of the road. The council has been trying to get rid of it for years, but rumour has it that some kid still lives in there, if your lucky you can occasionally see him leaving via the back garden to go god knows where.

I shook my head.

Walking slowly round the house to the back, I eyed the fence for the loose plank of wood that I use to get in and out, seeing as the back door is blocked by rubble and growing plants. I found it and pulled it off the fence, propping it at the side before slipping through the gap.

Once through into the tangled overgrown garden, I reached out and pulled the plank back into place, blocking me inside the garden of the hell I have to call home.

The garden is a mess of rubble, broken items, tree stumps and overgrown brambles. Its impossible to walk through it without having half your skin scratched off. Good thing I'm a skeleton huh?

I forced my way through the brambles and made my way over to the collapsed back door. I never use that to get in, its far to unstable and looks ready to collapse.

Instead I get in through the kitchen window. The glass had been shattered years ago and I had decided this would be my grand entrance and exit.

There was a towel over the windowsill, to ensure I don't cut myself as I climb through. Its pretty easy to get in from outside, I placed a small stepladder there to help me draw level to the window, then on the other side, you climb out onto the washing machine.

Of course it doesn't work. Nothing does in this house. No heating, no electricity, nothing. Just me and the elements. Home sweet home.

Once in the kitchen I walked over to the only cupboard in relatively good condition and opened it, scanning its minimal contents quickly before grabbing a tin of beans and a fork.

I then walked out the kitchen and through the living room to get to the stairs. The living room looked like a monster had rampaged through here. The sofas are overturned and have stuffing pouring out of them from rips in the fabric.

There were once pictures in frames on the matlepiece but they had been smashed and battered long ago, the pictures used to kindle the pathetic fires I had made to give me that little bit of warmth at winter.

The ceiling is damp and going moldy because of the leaks from upstairs. This rain isn't going to help the situation much either. Great, another thing to make my life difficult. Just what I wanted.

I walked out the living room and stopped at the stairs, I was always wary when going up them. They haven't yet, but one day I'm sure they'll brake as I walk up.

Chara hovered by my side silently, he's never in a talkative mood when we're in this house. Neither am I to be honest, so that works out fine.

I breathed out shakily and took my first step up the perilous stairs. They creaked and groaned over my small weight and I had to pause for a moment before I forced myself to continue to the top.

The landing had broken things everywhere, ranging to vases, to splintered chairs. The carpet was rotting and had a hole in the middle where its started decaying away. I cringed and stepped around it, picking my way over to the only door that wasn't boarded up and covered with nails.

I grabbed hold of the handle and pushed the door open, walking into the only relatively clean room in the house. It has a matress in the corner with a tattered black blanket and pillow, the corner of the room has the only chair with four secure legs.

By the door there's a small pile of books, I've read all of them at least twice, but I can't afford to buy any new ones. Maybe Nightmare would let me borrow some of his...

The room is constantly filled with a dripping sound from the chunk missing in the roof. I patched it up as well as I could, but whenever it rained the ceiling constantly leaked. So I had put a bucket in the center of the room to catch the rain drops.

It had filled up while I was with Nightmare and Dream and soon I'll have to tip the water outside and put it back only for it to fill up all over again.

I sighed and kicked off my shoes, leaving them neglected in the corner of the room. I then stumbled over to the mattress I use for my bed and collapsed onto it sighing softly.

Rolling onto my back, I looked over at the boarded up window. This place really feels like a prison to me. And I hate it. I feel trapped in this decaying house, like a bird in a cage. A bird that longs for freedom and is shown it every day but never given it. Its hopes come so close, only to be yanked back by the cruel puppet masters of this world.

Many kids love home and hate school. Me? I wish school went on forever. Its the only place I can be safe and have fun, a place where I can be free.

I sighed and looked over at the wall by the door. It had a picture pinned to it, one of the two I hadn't burnt. It was a picture of Him. The one that ruined us. The picture was covered in thin slit-like cuts from where I'd thrown knives at it.

I looked down at my hand as I let my magic build there, forming a small shining knife. I frowned and growled before yelling in frustration and throwing the knife at the wall. It spun quickly, traveling in a small arch before slamming into the wall, spearing through the picture and splitting his face in half.

I smirked and let the knife disappear. Maybe I'll do that again later, it always made me feel better. I collapsed down onto the bed again, this time reaching under the pillow to pull out other remaining picture.

It was a family photo. Chara, his brother, my brother and I were sat together, wide smiles on our faces as we looked at the camera. And behind us was him.

He had a smile on his face and was looking down at us like nothing else in the world mattered to him. But I know that look is a lie. I know that all to well.

Chara watched as I grabbed my school bag and pulled out a pen. I pulled the lid off and threw it to somewhere in the room. I'll waste so much time searching for that later, but I don't care right now.

I growled as I held the pen over his face. "You were never part of our family!" I growled before scribbling on his face, covering it up with a black X.

I laughed sadly to myself. An X, how fitting. That's the name he told us to address him by. Not Dad, Daddy or Father. Just X.

And I'm glad for that.

I'd rather die than have him labeled as someone related to me.

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Ack my poor child.
Yikes this chapter was deep... °-°
Guys Cross needs comforting.
Hug squad go!
Imma leave and comfort Cross...
Bye
-Jess-