Y/n has always had a thing for running from her problems .
But this time especially.
Did she take it too far ?
~"everyone has a reason y/n and mine , well mine is to make you happy"
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TRIGGER WARNING - THIS STORY CONTAINS A LOT OF S3LFH4RM , AB...
10th July 1989 3:23am The sound of glasses breaking and spells being thrown woke me up , i glance over at my alarm clock .
*dad must be home*
i thought to myself . This happened almost every night , my father would come home drunk and angry and fight with my mother , i knew he would be coming for me in the morning . There was no way of helping my mother , i tried a couple of times but almost got me and herself killed . Im 19 though so i planned on moving out , i just had no where to go and could never find the time to pack. I crawled out of bed and made my way to my bathroom which was attached to my room ,i sat myself down on the cold floor . This was my way of coping , it had been since i were a child . The noise slowly drowned out of my mind and i started to feel at peace , numb almost. i looked over to the blade which lay on my sink and reached for it . The cold blade touching my warm skin made me flinch a little but as more and more red lines appeared on my arm i started to feel nothing , except for blood trickling down my wrists . I cleaned my wounds up and made my way to my bed as i heard my father slam his bedroom door and my mother sobbing downstairs . My mother never really cared for me , i guess the abuse must have got to her because when i was 14 she hit me for the first time , not as bad as my father but i guessed that hitting me was her way of coping , so i let her do it.
*time skip to the morning*
My eyes drifted open and i lay on my bed for a second , my mind was suddenly distracted by the feeling of my throbbing wrists . I rolled up my sleeve
"fuck"
*i never usually go that deep* I thought to myself . My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps making their way to my bedroom . I quickly sat up from my bed and sorted myself out to look presentable . My door opened.
"still in bed i see" ..."lazy bitch" he snarked , grinding his teeth. "get the fuck up and start packing"
"w-what?" i stuttered and he glared at me
"i want you out , your a waste of fucking space and i don't want you under my roof" he shouted
"i have nowhere to go dad" i said in a pathetically mumbled
His eyes turned to mine and he stepped closer before slapping me across the cheek causing me to whimper in pain , that made him grab me by the neck , holding his wand to my throat.
"i don't care" he hushed" you will find somewhere and you will be gone before noon" he raised his voice. I gulped and nodded , he ended the conversation by storming out of the room , slamming the door on his way out.
I looked in the mirror to see scratches on my neck from his nails . I grabbed my wand and proceeded to sort everything into piles using a spell i was taught before i finished school . I packed as much as i could . not much though and i changed into my clothes and tied my long y/h/c locks into a low messed up bun . I put my makeup on and brushed my teeth before looking into the mirror and sighing .
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