So I like writing tragic backstorys so...//
Ashley has been confined all 15 years of her life so far. She was practically numb to it now, legs numb, heart numb from spending her whole life watching her older sister living a happy, normal life. Why did she have to be so frail and weak. Then she could play...
Her mother quietly wheeled her out of the cold, dank room, the room she'd been locked in for a weak with only 2 bathroom breaks a day, other then that they kept her in there to fester, occasionally bringing her some fruit or a sandwich. This was her punishment if she got too hysterical, she wheeled her to the table where she stared down at the table.
"Ashley? Aren't you going to apologise...?" Her mother scolds sitting back in her space, her father and sister looking expectantly.
"I'm sorry mama..." she whispers softly. "I'm sorry Angy... I'm sorry papa..." she doesn't look up so her sister kicks her in the shin making Ashley suck in a breath, knowing if she reacted she'd only be in trouble. Her tears fall on the table.
"Good girl..." they place a small bowl of salad in front of her and she immediately digs in ravenous. "Happy birthday."
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FanfictionAshley, a sufferer of brittle bone syndrome, suffering abuse from her sister she is taken with her randomly to a house to baby sit.... A doll? A more explicit version is on AO3 if you want that
