Frisk awoke in the middle of the night, with a thumping headache. She was still on the floor, in a pool of blood. She slowly raised herself off the cold, hard, wood. All the lights were off and her room was silent.

As she got up, she could hear the old wood bending beneath her with a loud creak. Frisk peeked around. Nothing happened. The coast was clear. Not like she cared anyway. She couldn't feel Davids pain anymore. Everything had gone numb since last year. That's when the pain became routine.

Frisk stood up and started to move towards her bed. As she moved her leg towards the bed, she winced. Pain shot through her right leg, almost bringing her to the floor. Frisk took a deep breath in. She continued on to her bed when she noticed a strange sound coming from the hallway closet.

Frisk wouldn't have cared if it didn't sound.... alone. It sounded afraid. It sounded like it was dying. Frisk thought she was just dreaming, nothing living could ever fit in that closet. Why would they? But Frisk was drawn to the closet.

Frisk slowly crept towards the door. Her leg was still in pain, an awful burn that started from her leg and progressed to her arm, then to her neck and head. Her every muscle convulsed at every movement. She could barley move without screaming in agonizing pain. But Frisk moved on.

Frisk slowly opened the closet door. Inside she found a HUMAN, a PERSON, shoved in the closet. The closet was small, almost big enough for Frisk to fit into. Frisk slowly pulled them out into the hallway.

Their hands were bound with ropes, their clothes covered in blood stains. They whimpered. A bag covered their head. Their legs were tied too, by duct tape. Frisk removed the bag off their head.

Staring back at Frisk was her mother, her mouth sealed with duct tape. Frisks stomach sank. Her whole body shivered. Her eyes welled up with tears as she slowly stroked her mothers face.

Her mothers eyes were filled with fear, with helplessness, with pain. Frisk slowly removed the duct tape sealing her moth shut. Her mother gasped for air as she coughed up blood.

Frisks mother puked onto the floor, half blood, half food. Her mother had been hurt before, but never this bad. Her mother had been beaten countless times, covered with scars and bruises. But never this bad. Her arms were covered with tattoos to hide her pain. She never wanted anyone to know. But this time, the pain showed through her ink.

Her mother looked at Frisk like Frisk was an angel. Like Frisk was godlike. Frisk didn't feel that way. Frisk was no one. I don't deserve this. Frisk tried to keep a strong face. A strong face means a strong heart, as Frisks mother would always say.

"Urrrghhhhhh," Frisk mother groaned. She was bleeding absurd amounts of blood through her side. Frisk looked down at her wound. Frisk delicately touched it.

"Ah!" Her mother choked. Frisk tore her hand away from the wound. Instead, she lifted her mothers shirt to reveal a knife wound. There was a deep gash in her side, fresh blood seeped out. Bastard.

"This will hurt." Frisk said softly. Frisk took her mothers shirt off and pressed the fabric on the wound. Her mother let out a weak breath. Frisk stroked her mother face with her free hand. "It's gonna be ok..." said Frisk.

Mother coughed and her whole body shivered. She was weaker than ever before. Mom took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry my little butter cup...." Tears formed in her eyes and streamed down her face.

"I let you down. I... I should have helped you..." Frisk mother stopped. She looked into Frisks eyes. "I... I...."

"No mom. No....." said Frisk. Frisks mom lifted her bound hands and wiped away Frisks tears. Frisk dropped her strong face. She dropped her act. She started to sob. "I.... I..... I can't do this alone." Frisk was crying.

"I know my butter cup.... please... promise me this......"

"No mom! You have more time.... you need more time..." Frisk looked desperate. She didn't know what to do.

"Go away from here..." Her mother started to relax. Her muscles were becoming limp.

"I love you my darling. Stay....." Her mother coughed up more blood.

"Stay.... determined........" Mom smiled at Frisk. They held hands as her eyes rolled back into her head.

"No.... Mom....." Frisk sobbed aloud. She put her hand on her mother heart.

"I.... I..... I will. I promise." Stay determined, Frisk said in her head. You have to stay determined.