SBI X CHILD READER (Going through editing)

001- Nightmares

Y/n - your name

F/a - favourite animal

F/fr - favourite fruit

TRIGGER WARNINGS:
Nightmares, implied insomnia, mentioned eating disorder, mentioned abuse

(Please let me know if I missed any)

𝚈/𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝚅:

I woke up with a start; it had felt like all the air had been punched out of my body. I sat up straight clenching at my torso; trying to regain the air I had lost just a few seconds ago

After I had somewhat had the ability to breathe again, I opened my eyes and glanced at the digital clock that stood on my supplied desk

"05:42"

Lovely, I had 'slept' for 2 hours before waking up. And some people wondered why I refused to sleep

I fell back onto my bed with a thud and a sigh although I had no intention of falling asleep, no matter how dead inside I would look in the morning I was not going to put that upon myself for a second time within one night. At least I had the decency to do that

My eating habits had changed severely throughout the years here at the orphanage. It wasn't an eating disorder I just didn't like food. It didn't appeal to me anymore. I ate for the sake of survival and ate nothing more then I had to to be able too keep me going

I had overheard the workers here calling me a 'crying shame' of a child. I didn't blame them. Everyone knew that. Everyone thought it. It didn't anger me that had said this, I hate fake people - a trait of mine I've picked up overtime- especially those who prove kind words are far more deadly than hidden daggers

My mind had been almost as bruised as my body for as long as I remember. M̸o̸m̸ Isabela hasn't always been the most charming person and dads death only worsened it. The police had taken me away 4 years ago. I don't remember it that well. Just a lot of flashing lights yelling and m̸y̸̸̸ m̸o̸t̸h̸e̸r̸s̸ Isabela's outraged face. I has loved her dearly growing up. Sometimes even as I'm older and distinguishing the abuse she put me through I can't help to, even though I know all too well the feeling is not at all mutual. She would have me dead and wiped off the face of the earth is she had the chance

"She almost did. Don't trust. Save yourself. Run"

I shuddered at my own mind, it disturbed most people. It even disturbed me which was a real achievement I would say.

"Welp. If I'm going to be awake I may as well do something productive. Perhaps I'll draw for a while"

So draw I did.

(A/N- this is where you can be a bit creative)

I had been drawing a lot of animal-fruit hybrids recently so I decided to go for that. I had picked out a f/a and a f/fr to do. The light of outside had started to illuminate the room slightly -giving it a fantasy glowing effect- but mornings here didn't start until 8:30

I picked up my pencil and sketched out a plan, my utensil gliding across the page as my hand guided it.

Timeskip! Brought to you by weetabix- the time is now 8:30

I was just adding in the shading of my
Creation to hear a soft knock on my door

"Y/N honey are you awake?"

It was bethany, my favourite worker. She and Katrina were the only ones that truly cared for me in this hell hole. They had probably been the most motherly figures in my life for the last few years that I've known them (seeing as they were married I really had always thought of them as the people who were there for me over anyone else)

"Yes Beth. I will get changed and head down now."

"You do that sweet. I will be waiting for you down there, alright?"

"Ok"

I heard muffled footsteps leading away from my door and to the other kids.
I placed my crayon down and went to the mirror to look at myself

"God what the hell is that!?!"

My hair was messy and my eye bags were showing more then usual. Living zombie I tell you.

I had gotten myself sorted out and looked in the mirror again. I looked pretty decent

(A/N Male or female or anything in between and out of the box- you imagine what your wearing although one which is out of your control for story plot purposes. You have short, curly/fluffy hair that desperately needs a trim but we ain't gone do that because we bad bleeps and don't care about hairdressers/barbers *coughcoughbrokecoughcough*)

I headed down the stairs to the canteen and I was met with a beaming Bethany, Katrina leaning into her side. Bethany was a loving and caring spirit. She could be a bit childish and immature at times but it made her special. Katrina was more of a stern but fair person. Yet she still knew everything that would make you laugh and wouldn't hesitate to break the bones of those who hurt you.
They were both giving off a soothing aura.

(A/N
And that's a wrap! I hope you enjoyed this so far and I hope I didn't make this suck. Constructive criticism is accepted with open arms as long as it's not mean or anything. Please leave thoughts here and make sure to take care of yourself!)