Daffodil, a flower that means rebirth
Your name is ████████. You live in ████████, ████████ City. You're ██ years old with ████████ siblings. Your parent's names are ████████ and ████████ and as far as you're told, they both love you very much.
You're like everyone else.
You go to school. You eat food. You take showers instead of baths now because you're a big kid, and you sleep with a stuffed animal (named ████████).
For school you're supposed to write a journal talking about your life. Most of it was colored pictures and scribbles. You only needed a few lines of dialogue on each page.
You couldn't think of anything to write or draw.
[Mommy said you were an idiot.]
Mommy said you were very smart. She knew you'd do a great job.
[Daddy said that he wished his wife never got pregnant.]
Daddy said he loves you very much. You'd figure it out, he was sure.
Your life was boring.
Your teacher said it was best to write for your family. She said your parents would love to see how much you loved them. You weren't so sure if your parents would like you writing about them.
They had [torn up] hung up the last drawing you'd made of them.
Your parents were home. You looked up from your drawing book, pausing mid crayon smear. Mommy walks in first, stepping on your coloring book. She mumbles [ungrateful fucking kids] that she's tired and she loves you. After she leaves the living room, daddy steps in next. He was probably waiting for mommy to leave before he came in. He peaks around to make sure and then his eyes meet yours. He shudders and then turns for the kitchen to get [beer] water.
He smells like smoke and perfume you didn't recognize.
You didn't deserve this.
"████████." Mommy suddenly says. You sit up, not realizing she'd come back. "What're you doing?" She taps at your coloring book with her pointed heel before looking to the table where your homework laid.
"I need help." You say, standing. Mommy squeezes her eyes and lips tightly shut before a sigh wracks through her.
["Can't you do anything by yourself?"]
"Alright, let's see what you have." She guides you to the table, helping you into the tall chair. "Drawing?" She asks.
"Bout us." You correct, fisting another crayon, your favorite color, ████████. "Mama help." You whine. Mommy sighs again.
"It's just drawing, ████████. Draw anything!"
"What anything?" Mommy sighs again.
"Or don't. This assignment looks too easy for you. You should be doing something worthwhile. I'll have to talk to Ms.████████ again." As mommy stands you grab at her wrist. She flinches.
YOU ARE READING
Loving Every Bone in Your Body
FanfictionSometimes, you liked to imagine that Frisk was this kind and sweet because of you. That, maybe, you had lived up to your promise of being the best sister you could be when they were first born. ...That you taking the brunt force of your abusive par...
