Requested by: snowstorm1912
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It wasn't always like this my father was a nice man, but when my mother died form an illness he couldn't take it and he killed himself. I was so young when it all happened, but yet I can still remember my mother and father singing me to sleep and reading me stories. I miss them, I miss them so much.

When I was adopted I felt more like a slave then a child, if I didn't do things right they beat me and sometimes they would hit me with something that would leave deep cuts. If I was sick they would say "suck it up and get to work" and when I was sad they didn't care. It got to the point when if someone raised there voice or moved there hand I would flinch or start to cry.

"I don't want to live like this anymore" I told myself as I ran out the door of the house. "Today I will be reunited with my parents" I told myself as I got to the top of a mountain, I didn't even hesitate I just jumped. Before I woke up I thought I heard my mom's beautiful singing and I felt my dad hugging me. It felt so nice but when I shifted out of sleep the feeling was gone.

I didn't know where I was, I thought it would be best if I find a way out of where ever I am, but it's not like I have any thing to go back to.

(Time skip)

I walked out a huge door and into a snowy forest the cold hurt some of my cuts, so I tried to rub them gently. I walked for a moment and felt I was being followed. Out of fear and instinct I started to walk a little faster. "Hey why ya running" the voice didn't sound threatening, but the words only reminded me of the abuse I tried so hard to escape from.

I turned around and try to act brave. When I turned around I saw a skeleton 'why am I not surprised' I asked myself. He held his hand out for me to shake it, I hesitated but shook his hand anyway. My sleeve slid down a little showing a little bit of my cuts, but I was hoping he wouldn't notice. He looked at me with a bit concerned and  grabbed my arm gently, I flinched at his touch and closed my eyes expecting a blow, but one never came.

"Hey are you ok, you look pretty beat up" I looked to the side and thought of a lie "yea I'm fine when I fell down here I must have gotten a few scratches." He looked at me with a look of 'I don't buy it' look. I felt so small compared to the skeleton, he wasn't that much taller then me but he was still taller then me. Sans slid his hand down my arm, and I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't yelp when he went over some of the new cuts, I could feel some blood go down my arm which bled through my shirt. My arm was in great pain now, and I had to pull my arm away to pull up my sleeve to see which cuts where bleeding.

"They just stopped hurting" I said to him with tears in my eyes, the skeleton took my arm gently in his hands and put pressure on the cuts, I flinched at his touch since I'm not used to physical contact that doesn't end up with me having to gets bandages. "You shouldn't hide this kind of stuff" he said "how am I supposed to know if I can trust you, I don't even know your name" I said. "Sans" he said "wha-" "my name is Sans, what's your name." "M-My name is (Y/N)" "who did this to you" he asked "why not just tell you my entire life story" I said sarcastically "go ahead I'll listen" he said "well might as well tell you then, besides I've been needing to get this off my chest for awhile" I sat down and he sat beside me then I told him everything I went through.

"Well (Y/N) all I can say is you need a huge and some bandaids" he said. I giggled a little, it was my first time I laughing in a long time. I started getting kinda cold and started to shiver "cold" Sans asked, I nodded. Sans wrapped his wings around me and it felt so warm, it reminded me of when my parents hugged me, 'before my life went to hell.' I snuggled up to Sans without realizing it and fell asleep.
"Don't worry (Y/N) nothing like that will ever happen again"
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Idk anymore
•school
•relationship (lol I don't have one of those I just wanted to sound normal)
•friends
All going great (except relationship, because I don't have one) all are also stressing me out but that's ok because as soon as Saturday hits I'm am going to sleep until I starve to death