Ok, I don't known if it's because I've been sleeping for like 4 years and my spidey senses are off because of it, but I smell some major bullshit, let me tell you.

The way my so called 'boyfriend' acts around me is setting off some major red flags and this so called scar from a wolf attack is way too clean to be from a wolf attack. It's more like a knife was pressed to my throat.

And other thing, if a wolf attacked my throat, wouldn't I have lost too much blood and died? Why wasn't I taken to a hospital? How the fuck did this bastard save me? And as a result of me somehow losing my memory, I don't trust this guy after all.

And! This bitch won't let me leave the fucking house! His excuse is, "it's for the best. It's to protect you, because I care about you Y/n." Lies. Even if my family really did try and kill me, I'd rather be with them than him. At least I know them... Well, not anymore.

Oh, hold on, theres one more. A coma shouldn't make me lose my memories, ya feel me? I may not remember much... Ok anything at all, but god dammit this guy isn't who he says he is!

It's been like, 2 days since I woke up and it's been boring. Like I said bastard won't let me leave the house so outside is a no-no. And he rarely ever leaves the house so I can't snoop through any of his shit. But when he does, he locks up all the rooms I'm not allowed in. I'm a prisoner in my own home!

I sigh and stare out the window and watch the snow fall creating a white blanket sheltering the grass. As much as I hate it here, at least I'm warm and fed.

"Yo, doll face, I'm heading out to get some things, ok? Don't go anywhere." Dabi tells me as he walks up to me and kisses my cheek and pats my head. I nod my head. He smirks and walks out the door, locking it behind him.

I watch as he gets further and further away, before a grin breaks out. I get off the chair and pick it up.

Little thing to know: glass is breakable. Chairs are good for breaking things. Whether it's being used to break someone skull or if you're just throwing it just because, a chair is not only easy to pick up but it's also used to break things.

With all my strength, I slam the chair against the window, making it crack but the poor wooden chair falls apart.

Dammit!

I pick up another piece of furniture and hit it against the window, making the crack larger, but also breaking the furniture. I spend another five minutes hitting the window with every piece of furniture I can pick up. Resulting the window to be cracked so bad, I could break it with my elbow now. Which is what I do. I slam my elbow against the window, finally making it shatter. I curse as some shards of glass cut me and get stuck in my elbow.

I hold my bleeding elbow and pick up a leg from one of the (many) chairs I broke and break the remaining glass pieces stuck so I don't cut myself when I climb out.

I pick up a blanket and lay it on the window sill and carefully climb out. Cold wind blows into my face making my eyes water a bit. I land feet first on the ground. The snow building up with every second that passes. I look around and nothing. There isn't much snow on the ground yet to make my footprints visible so I start to run.

Running away from Dabi...haven't I done this before?

I continue to run until I can't see the cabin. I start to slow down until I come to a walking pace. It's getting cold. The sun's starting to go down and of course, this is when the wind decides to show itself making it feel even colder.

The snow builds up slowing, enough for my footprints to show up. A little outline of my feet show up.

I walk aimlessly around in the forest, hoping to find something. Minutes turn into hours and night falls. Snow is up to my ankles.

"Am I seriously gunna die this way?" I say out loud to no one. "How dumb. I always thought I'd die saving people I cz are about in the most badass way... Or I'd die of old age. Whichever comes first."

My eyelids start to drop. My body feels sluggish and everything kinda hurts. This is the most exercise I've gotten in 4 years.

I pass a river that flows violently, waiting for someone to be its next victim and be swept away. Surprised it's not frozen.

I soon pass a berry bush or what's supposed to be a berry bush... Something about it... It feels very familiar. Same thing with that river, I feel like I've been here before.

In the two days I've been awake, the forest seems like a death sentence. But now that I'm in it, it feels like home.

I look to see a house with police tape around it.

Wonder what happened?

I run over to the house and enter inside. The walls are covered with blood with even more police tape around. Tables and chairs are flipped with blood staining them. I enter the kitchen to see nothing worth my while so I head upstairs.

There's a smell lingering in the air that makes me gag. I can't pinpoint what it is or where I've smelt it before. But, I know I have.

The next room I enter seems to be the master bedroom. Blood stains the carpet, bullet holes peirce the walls, and the smell of death it seems like lingers. Thats the only way I can describe that smell.

I leave the room and enter a cleaner room with blank walls and boxes littered around. I pick up a box and set it on the ground. I run my hand over the box before opening it to see what's inside.

Clothes, games, and other useless junk lays inside. They smell like the room. Like dust.

I get up and leave.

The house feels so familiar... Like, I've been in it before but not enough to remember.

I enter the last room and I'm hit with the same death like stench as the master bedroom. A bed with the sheets ripped off, a PlayStation, a tv, along with a dresser, and boxes lay inside the room. In the corner a blood red stain sits, making the once soft carpet hard.

Pictures of the persons friends are taped to the wall, along with posters from other things I don't remember.

"Call of duty..." Where have I heard that before?

"Come on, Ian! Just let me play it! Mom said you have to let me!" A girl, as young as 7,shouts.

"No, it's mine. Now get out of my room!" A boy who looks to be 9 yells back.

"Come on you always brag about how fun it is. I wanna try." The girl pouts. "What's it called?"

"Call of duty. If you can't even remember what it's called, why should you be able to play?"

"Because I can."

I shake my head and look at the pictures. The boy must've been one of those athletic runners. Cross country and track and field.

I walk out of the room and see a piece of paper. I pick it up and read it. From what it says, seems as if the family that lived here was murdered and they knew they were going to be.

The description of the man seems to fit Dabi. And, the name to the person it's supposed to go to it's the same as mine... Could it be? That, this was my family?

Why didn't I do anything to stop this? Was this before or after they tried to kill me? No, from this letter, my family loved me, if this is my family of course.

Which also means...

Dabi's a fucking liar!

I drop the letter. Tears begin to fall. I would love to say it's all coming back, but it's not... Dabi, what did you do to me?

***

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