Y/n sat by her bed, in tears.
It was 1 in the morning.

Being an insomniac, she had frequent, and rather scarring night terrors, and she couldn't sleep.
Usually, the night terrors come due to an event, or a series of events at that.

And having these dreams for 12 years.. She had been through a lot. Tragic things, no human should ever have to experience.

Things such as torture, physical, mental, even sexual.
Things such as depression, she was covered in scars, some from abuse, and some from her own hand.
Things such as voices in her head, telling her to give up when she wakes up, and before she sleeps.

Or at least, attempts to sleep.

Tonight's nightmare had been one of the worst, by far.. It was longer, more vivid. Dreadful.

So by a force of habit, she takes her pocket knife out, which she keeps underneath her pillow.
She blinks back a few tears, but they still find a way out.

The cold, sharp blade finds its way onto her skin, and seeps into it, deep enough to draw blood. She trails it up her arm, pulls it out, and brings it back down for another one.

And she repeats the process, over and over..
Until her skin was barely visible.

She goes for another one, but...

BANG BANG BANG!

Her head whips around to her door. "W--What d-do you want..?!" She asks, choking back more tears.

BANG BANG BANG!

"P-please.. Leave me a-alone..!"

BANG BANG BANG!

She stays silent for a moment, and then a deep, angered voice rises from behind her bedroom door.

"Y/N! YOU HAD BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR, OR ELSE ILL HAVE TO KICK IT DOWN!"

Fear glosses her eyes, and she drops the knife, backing up against the wall, trembling.

Today was a bad day, more then usual, hadn't he had enough?

Suddenly, the door kisses the carpet and a loud THUD could be heard.

Tears kept coming, faster and faster, but no sound came out of her.

Her father walks towards her, a wide, devilish smirk plastered across his face. A lustful look in his eyes.

"N-no.. Please.."

He moves his hand in an upward motion, and Y/n stands up slowly. He suddenly forces her against the wall, roughly and without mercy.

She winces, and struggles a bit, attempting to get out of his grasp.

He chuckles, and leans over to hear ear, whispering.

"Now my dear, that's not how this works~"

The words made her shiver. He would say that every time, and for some reason, it always worked on her. She would always submit, due to a feeling of hopelessness.

She stands there, eyes closed and gone limp, and her father then bit down on her neck.

-mild lemon warning-

She does her best, not to make a sound. Until he bit down harder, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan. Definitely not in pleasure, but pain.

He pulls away, and lifts her shirt up quickly, and massages her thoroughly.

She winces, and he unclasped her bra.

"D-dad..! No.."

He gives another low chuckles, "Yes.."

Then he shoves her over, pinning her down to the bed, and begins pulling her jeans down.

It only took a minute before she felt a sharp pain in her lower regions, she begins to yell out in pain.

"S-stop! STOP IT!!"

He shakes his head, and his pace gets faster, having her bleed out.
Her arms, which her father held tight, began to bleed as well.
It wasn't right, none of it was...

She cried, and she called out for help.
She wanted to escape, to be free...

As of now, anybody would suffice.

But no matter how much noise she made,

How desperately she called out for help,

N o b o d y  c a m e .

-The next day-

Y/n woke up, slowly, a pain still between her thighs.
She stands up, and had plenty of trouble walking.

She begins getting ready, silently.
She really didn't want to go to school.
She didn't want to be pushed around anymore today,

She wanted it all to end.

It was then, that Y/n had an idea. She climbs out the window the best she could, and puts both feet on the grass.

She begins walking,
Faster,
Faster,
A jog by now,
Faster,
She was running,
Faster,
She was sprinting.

Desperate to get to her location, she ignored everyone and everything around her, dashing through the streets at the risk of being hit by a car.

But why would it matter?

She just looks ahead, eyes on the prize, eyes on a certain mountain we all know as Mt.Ebott.

I need to get there..

She thought.

I need to end this...

It had been around 20 minutes, of nothing but running until she stopped, and looked up.
And there was her trophy...

She begins climbing up, higher..
Higher..
And higher still,
Until she finally reached the top.

She stood on the edge, looking down into the abyss..
But she takes a moment to think.

Was it worth it?

What if she did have a future..?

Maybe things could get better?

But then her mind drifts to the bad memories, the bad days she's had, and hated. All of the rapes, the abuse, the scars, the tears... What was the point in living anymore..?

She takes a breath, and Y/n L/n, leapt off the mountain.

She fell for what seemed like a few seconds, and hit the ground with a strong impact, knocking her out.

A/n:

He guys! I'm really hoping you'll like this version better, lol.

I'll try and make it go by slower, implement a plot.

Its gonna be great!

Anyways, let me know what you think, mm'kay?

Later, my Soulless Saviours!

Ehhh

Soulless saviours?

no.

UHHHH...

...

I

Still

Don't

Have

An outro...

How about...

~Soulless

Hey.

Y'know what?

Just suggest a simple outro with 'Soulless' in it.

Seeya! ^^