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How the gitch got itself dinner

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(In case some of u are confused, this is you're memories)

"Mommy?" Your weak and husky voice echoed in the halls. You were five years old again.

A woman sat on a red chair, looking blankly into the fireplace in front of her. You were able to see her hands resting on the armrests, but the light from the fire still failed to lit up her face. "What are you still doing up, (Y/n)?"

You fiddled with your little dress. "I can't sleep, mommy."

She had her back turned to you, you couldn't see her expression. But her tone of voice said it all, anyway. She wasn't happy.

"What do you want me to do about that?"

You gulped. You didn't know what to say to that. Truth is, you could never sleep. Hours after hours you would just lie down, crying from the pain.

"They're hurting. Bad." You said, tears rolling down of your cheeks. The newly made burns on your back stung horribly. Weird liquid was coming out of it too, making your shirt stick to your bag. Your mom said that you would get used to the pain, but you never did.

Your mom stood up, turning around with such a rush, that you let out a whimp. Her eyes shot lightning, while she grabbed you harshly by the arm. Comparing to the pain on your back, you barely felt it.

"You useless child, I've told you never to mention them! It's a lesson, and I'll keep making them until the message sticks. Be a good girl, and go to sleep."

You didn't hesitate. You turned your heel and ran back to your bedroom, leaving traces of teardrops behind.

You closed the door behind you, but you didn't stop there. You climbed out of your window, running out in the snowstorm. You sunk to your knees, breathing out, before laying down with your back in the snow. The burning was greatly minimized. Your tears weren't.

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Suddenly the snow beneath you turned into a more flat and hard surface. You opened your eyes, and saw that you were inside someone's house. It wasn't your own. The scene shifted into the new memory, and your clothes suddenly turned into something more formal. You also recognized the home you were in now. It was Mr. Kell's house. A friend of your mother's.

Suddenly, you felt yourself holding your mother's hand. She had a tight grip. You felt uncomfortable.

There were lots of people in here. You were pretty sure it was Mr. Kell's birthday.

People came towards you and your mother as they noticed your arrival. Your mother smiled and hugged everyone. She had put up her facade.

The people now had their attention drawn to you. above all of their heads that had bend down to hug you as well, you noticed your mother's face behind them. Her very stern look told you to behave and smile as you've practiced when others were around. You immediately put up a smile, while your mother's voice echoed in your head.

"Good girls behave. Behave (Y/n). Or else-"

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"Mommy is evil." You heard yourself sob, as the scene in front of you shattered into a million pieces. You sat on a chair, in the doctor's room, as the woman peeled off leeches on your arms. You weren't sick, but your mother had forced you to come here as a new punishment she had come up with. You absolutely hated leeches. And they didn't help with anything, they just made blood run down from your arms. And it hurt. It was a dumb medical way.

"What do you mean?" the doctor asked, not looking at you.

You hesitated. You didn't know if you dared to continue. Mommy would kill you. And besides, you had asked for help before. To Mr. Kell. But he had just hit you, and told you to stop making things up, in order to get attention. But you gave it a try anyhow. You couldn't do this anymore. "She hurts me."

"It's common for adults to hit their children if they don't behave." The doctor said impatiently. "You might as well stop whining."

There was silence for the rest of the appointment. And of course, the doctor told your mom what you had said. She had beat you up very badly that night.

You never sought help again.

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The scene shifted. You were a little bit older now - maybe about 7. You were at a market, in the middle of a crowd. You were looking down at your shoes. You felt yourself sniff.

"WHAT IS THIS!?" Your mother screamed, standing tall in front of you. Normally she cared very much about her image in public, but you had simply crossed the line this time. People looked at her, as she aggressively held up a jewel-looking stone in her hand.

At first, you didn't answer. It wasn't the first time you had stolen anything. You didn't regret it. You're only regret was being caught. And besides, you were pretty sure she wasn't going to slap you - she would wait till you came home. But she did grab you by your arm. You felt her nails cut into your skin, but it wasn't that bad. You had gotten used to those kinds of actions from her. You stood your ground, looking up with a little determined face. "You never buy me anything nice! My room is empty! And this -" you pointed at the blue stone in your mothers hands. "It was free!"

You knew it wasn't a smart move. It was never smart to stand up to your mother. She hated it. And you could already feel it sting on your lower back, where there would soon be to more scars to join the rest.

But in that very moment, you didn't care. You thought the stone was pretty. You wanted it. And you knew your mother wasn't going to get if for you, so what was the problem in you getting it yourself? The man who sold it didn't even notice you slipping it into your pocket.

Your mother looked at you with pure disgust. "Where are your manners!? Tell me, what have I raised?" She hissed, her nails cutting deeper. "Put it back! Put it back I say! Good girls don't steal!"

"And good mommy's aren't bitches!" You spoke back, trying to pronounce your new-learned cuss correctly. You weren't sure what it meant, but you knew it was a bad word. And mommy was bad.

"ENOUGH!" Your mother snapped, and just as she was about to break her morals and slap you right then and there, a female voice broke in.

"I'm sorry, what's happening here?"

You looked up with your big (E/c) eyes. This was the first time you met her. Even though this is just a reliven' memory, you still remember her perfectly. She had red-brown, long hair tied up into a bun. She had blue eyes, and even though her expression was serious, her face was one of the kindest you had ever seen. Way different from your mothers. They looked so different, even though they were probably around the same age.

Speaking of your mother, she had just let go of your arm. She smiled sweetly to the woman. Just like that, she had completely switched personalities. "Oh, it's nothing. My daughter just accidentally slipped this into her pocket." She showed the stone and laughed. "Kids these days."

But the woman didn't buy it. That god, she didn't buy it. She completely ignored your mother and kneeled down to you. "Do you want the stone, darling? I can buy it for you, if you'd like?"

You were completely star-struck as you looked into her kind eyes. You didn't know that a person could be this nice. Was it even allowed?

You didn't say anything. You just nodded snappishly. The woman smiled and took the blue stone out of your mother's hand. (Who just stood and watched wide-eyed)

The woman took your hand. "My name is Ulla." Ulla looked at your mother. "I'll borrow you daughter for a few seconds, if you don't mind."

Your mother was frozen. Ulla didn't wait for her to answer, as she took you with her, and bought you the stone. The seller was surprisingly understanding towards you stealing it in the first place. It was like a whole new world opened. Why were they so nice?

Ulla bent down to your level, and gave you the stone. She put it in your hands, and your little fingers closed around it.

"Thank you." You said. And you meant it. It wasn't an act.

She just smiled, and stroke your hair. "You're welcome, sweetheart." She then clapped your back, for you to get back to your mother, but you flinched at the touch. Ulla furrowed her brows, and lifted up your shirt slightly, looking at your back.

"Oh my!" She gasped. She turned you around, but you were busy checking if mommy saw it. Please, don't let her see it. Your whole body was sore from yesterday's "treatment" and you could really use a break.

But Ulla forced you to look at her. She held your head in hers. "Hey, It's okay sweetheart. Tell me where you live, okay? It's all going to get better soon, okay?"

You didn't understand. You had just met her. And now she wanted to help you. For years, you've sought for people to help, but everyone had just ignored your cries. And yet here she was, your new hero, you're only hope left. You told her what she asked.

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The next scene was glimpses of what happened afterward. Because everything had slowly begun changing since you met Ulla. For the better, but also for the worst. We'll get to that part.

From that day, Ullawould start to visit you. Your mother didn't like it, but she had to keep acting all sweet when Ulla was over. She wouldn't want her to find out about what kind of mother she really was. Little did she know, that Ulla already knew. You had told her. You had told her everything.

Ulla would also visit, when you mother wasn't home. She would bring books to read to you, and medicinal herbs for your back. You would often fall asleep in her rocking arms, while she told you stories about a guy named Flynn Rider. And for once you were happy. For once, you had a real mother figure.

When Ulla wasn't around, you had begun to be slightly more rebellious. The stealing continued, and you were pretty good at it. You didn't do it because you enjoyed it, or because you needed something. You did it to piss your mother off. To be free of her strings. Ulla didn't know you were stealing, and she shouldn't either.

It was just temporary. And besides, it wasn't that bad. It wasn't valuable things you stole. And this was because of her. She had a huge impact on you. She made you want to become a better person. But baby steps, baby steps.

But the joy didn't last for long. It turned out that Ulla didn't live here. She had been on a business trip or some sort for a month now, and she would soon go home to her family, in a village far away. She wouldn't be able to visit anymore, she told you.

Your heart broke. The hope that had been lit up inside of you, was slowly beginning to die out again. Without Ulla, your mom would turn into an absolute monster.

But then Ulla told you something, that surprised you. She was willing to offer you to come with her. Without your mother's knowing. She said you would fit perfectly in her family.

You immediately said yes, and threw your little arms around her. You didn't hesitate for a second to leave your mom. Heck, you would love to leave your mom. And you didn't think that it was weird, that you would basically be adopted into Ulla's now. Looking back at the past few weeks with her, it already felt like you were family.

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The scene changed into a more firm one now. You lived in the moment. You looked around and realized you were in front of your own house. It was in the middle of the night.

It was the night Ulla would pick you up, and take you home with her. You were so happy, and your heart was beating so fast.

Your mother wasn't home. It was all planned out. You hadn't brought anything with you, besides from the blue stone. You wanted your room to look exactly like when your mother had left. You wanted her to believe you had run away. You didn't want her to suspect Ulla.

But to be fair, that was most likely happening. Ulla had once asked if she could take you home with her for some time. But your mother had sternly refused. You didn't know why. She didn't even like you.

But now Ulla did it anyway. And thank god, she did.

You heard some footsteps and a neigh. You looked up to see Ulla on a dark brown horse. She smiled down at you, with a torch in her hand. The smile, you had grown to feel safe at just upon seeing.

"Now, It's not really like me to just run around, kidnapping children." She laughed. "But this feels like an exception."

You smiled, and took her hand. She lifted you up, and you soon sat safely behind her on the horse.

She was right. It was a little crazy what you were doing. But you were so glad that it was really happening. You wouldn't see your abusive mother ever again.

You began riding. Ulla kept asking you if this was what you really wanted - after all, you left everything you knew behind.

Of course, you kept telling her yes. And after you convinced her, she began talking about her family, and how they would absolutely love you.

You were so happy.

But of course, that didn't last long.

You should've known that there was no happy ending in store for a kid like you.

Suddenly the horse stopped dead in its tracks. It refused to move, even though Ulla told it to.

"That's weird," Ulla mumbled, getting off. She helped you down as well.

It was pretty dark, and you were only able to see contours of trees, in the light of the torch.

But then Ulla let out a squeal. She jumped back, and took out a protective arm, preventing you from getting further. You followed her gaze, and noticed a large gitch, leading into endless darkness.

"What the-" Ulla began, but then the most unexpected thing happened. You saw a shadow in the corner of your eye, walking right behind Ulla's horse. And suddenly the horse reared, kicking out with its hooves. It hit Ulla right in the back, and she stumbled forward.

You just got to see the shadow figure disappearing into the forest, as Ulla screamed.

Without really knowing what you were doing, you made a wild lunge for Ulla, as she fell towards the edge. You found her hand and held onto it with your life. You dropped the torch, making it fall to the ground. Suddenly flames were surrounding you, making it very bright.

The hill was beginning to go rapidly downwards, and you couldn't stop yourself from tumbling down. You strained to find anything, just anything to hold onto but there was nothing. And then for one horrifying second, Ulla was in free fall, with you following right up into the pit, that were much larger and deeper than you had first thought. But then you somehow miraculously managed to grab onto a ledge that jutted outward from the cliff.

The force of Ulla's weight abruptly hitting a sudden halt made you believe that you'd ripped out every tension in your hand. The pain appeared immediately, but somehow you managed to hold on. From beneath you, the rapid momentum carried Ulla slamming into the cliff's wall.

You looked up, your vision blurred from pain an tears. The edge was right there. You could manage to crawl up if you were by yourself, but with Ulla, that was impossible.

Since when were there enormous gitches in the forest!?

You looked down at Ulla and caught eye-contact with her. She had tears in her eyes as well.

"You have to let me go, (Y/n)." She whispered so quietly, yet you still managed to hear her.

You shook your head. "No!" You cried. But you knew you both couldn't survive this. You had always been stronger than the average girl, but you couldn't hold her weight for much longer.

"It's okay." She said. You could tell she was just as afraid as you, but she tried to hide it. For your sake. Gosh, even now she was a hero.

You didn't answer. You couldn't. You focused all of you energy for the sake of holding onto her. She couldn't die. Her family needed her. You needed her. You let out a scream of pure effort.

Ulla somehow managed, to take out a picture or drawing she had in her pocket, with her free hand. She showed it to you. What was she doing?

"You need to promise me something." Her voice was shaking. So was her hand, but you could still make out a little raven-haired boy on the paper, with a blue streak in his hair. "T-This is my son. Varian."

She gasped for air. Her hand was beginning to slide out of yours. "H-He doesn't really have any friends. I want you to protect him, okay? Befriend him. I-I know it's much to ask-"

"Okay." You said with gritted teeth out of strain. "I-I promise."

She closed her eyes, nodding thankfully. Then she gave you one last smile, putting the picture in your pocket. Then she let go, despise your screams, and cries.

She fell into the eternal darkness.

You wanted so badly to follow her. She was the only human you cared about and cared about you. But you knew you couldn't.

In your despair, you began to crawl up. It was much easier with both hands available, but all of your muscles still screamed in protest.

It was first when you were safe and sound of flat ground, that you fell to your knees screaming.

And while you were sobbing your eyes out, you swore, that no matter what you did, no matter what comes of you...

You were going to keep that promise.

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Hahah, well that was tragic