Drowned | Enoch x Reader

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The first time it happened was the 13th of December 1973,

Me and my family were ice skating when the ice cracked under my feet and I plunged through.

I panicked, flapping my arms around, desperate for air. I couldn't hold my breath for much longer.

I gave up after a while.

Freezing water filled my lungs, and I waited for the icy hand of death to take me away.

But it never came

Was this the afterlife, simply reliving the moments before our lives end?

A familiar hand reached down and grabbed me. It was my Father's, I wasn't dead after all.

Mum called me a miracle. She thought that God himself had blessed our family.

Dad called me a freak and wanted me out of the house

But nothing happened until the 7th of July 1975

It was the day of my swimming competition

I worked so hard to get there

I saw my parents in the crowd. My best friend Michelle was going crazy cheering for me, her silky blonde hair swishing back and forth.

"You can do this y/n" she was practically bursting with excitement

The instructor counted down from five.

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I jumped in, banged my head and collapsed, sinking to the bottom

I woke up later with my clothes back on, laying on my couch, my father shouting

"You have an hour to pack your things and leave. I can't stand being under a roof with this demon any longer."

Tears ran down my cheeks and I ran up the stairs.

I grabbed my pull along suitcase from the closet and opened it up on my bed.

First, I threw in my roller skates and enough underwear for a few weeks.

I reached for my piggy bank and counted the money, £I stuffed it in my pocket, along with my cassette player and the swiss army knife my grandmother gave to me before she died.

I grabbed a few bell-sleeved tops and a pair of jeans. I put on my warmest jacket and felt something in its pocket.

I took it out. It was a picture of me and Michelle at the roller rink. We both had on the matching outfits that she made us.

I zipped up my suitcase and carried it behind me

I couldn't bear to look my parents in their eyes

I  heard my mother crying from the kitchen, but my father eyeballed me leaving, making sure I truly left

He had always hated me, he made it clear he wanted a boy, but after my mother gave birth to me, she couldn't carry another child.

My money was probably enough for a few nights in a crappy hotel, but first I had to get as far away as possible

I was near a bus stop, and it was scheduled to arrive in a few minutes

I ran over to it just as the bus pulled up

I paid the man my money and sat down in a seat

The bus started moving

I looked outside

There was a bird following us

If only I were a bird. I would have no use for money and no family problems. If anything bothered me, I could fly away.

Alas, I had to face the truth

I played some abba on my cassette player on the way there

I shut my eyes and let the music take me away from this place. Away to a world where the only thing that exists is my emotions and me.

The bus stopped at the last stop

I thanked the driver and walked out

The dirty smells of the streets filled my nose

I could hear men shouting from a nearby pub

It looked like there was a hotel down the alleyway

It wasn't pleasant looking, but it would have to do.

As I was about to walk, I felt a man grab my shoulder.