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Semi Colon Tattoo

Hi, little authors note here, you may notice there is no fandome or ship in the title of this chapter, that's cause there is none. This is an idea I just got that could work for a lot of AUs or stories, so I didn't want to limit it to just one. The names are just random ones to make it easier for me to write. Also, I promise I have two chapters of this that I'm working on rn, I'm so sorry.

warning : physical and verbal abuse talk, suiside attempt, promise breaking, blood, self harm, tattoos , death, break downs (kinda), cursing

Lux POV (second grade)

It was just a normal school day, or end of one. I didn't want to walk home though, I didn't like it there. I don't have to worst home life, I wasn't beaten by my parents exactly, but they made me feel worthless. They hated me, and made sure I knew it. Every word they threw me hurt in so many different ways. They don't care though, they don't care about me, no one does. It's not like I have any friends.

I tried to stall going home as much as possible, so I slowly made my way down to the bathroom, taking my time to walk the halls before walking home. I opened up the door and saw a girl around my age with blood covering her wrist.

"Oh no! Are you ok?" This little girl looked to me, shocked and maybe a bit a scared.

"Oh, umm, yea, I'm ok. Don't worry about me." She spoke with a smile on her face, as if she didn't see the red flowing from her arm.

"Here, let me help you with that." For some reason she tried to stop me from helping her, but I dissmissed the idea as I grabbed bandages from my backpack and started cleaning up her injures.

"How did this happen?" She looked down, not responding to me. "Come on, no need to be embarrised! I'm super clumsy, why do you think I have so many band aids? What happend? Did you fall climbing a tree or somthing?"

"I- I did it on purpose. I'm supposed to be injured, that's why my parents do it to me as well. That's how I'm supposed to be."

"No. That's not how anything is supposed to be! Please, please, don't do this anymore!" I desperately hugged the girl, begging her to not listen to her parents. I didn't know how to stop them, but I told her that if she ever wanted to do that again, she should just come to me instead. I would show her that that's not right. I was so determined that she agreed to try, we made a pinky promise that we that neither of us would do somthing to our selves ever again, no matter what. And so me and my new friend May, that's her name apparently, became inseparable. We didn't really talk about what happend at our houses, other then a couple times when we broke down and need help, but we still helped each other in so many ways.

After around six years of being there for each other and being best friends, May's parents died, and she was adopted by a family that lived far away. I was so glad that she was  done with her terrible parents, she deserved the world, but it also hurt that she had to leave.  She was my life line, what was I supposed to do now?

Especially once my parents got worse.

Abuse wasn't just verbally anymore, it wasn't uncommon for me to be covered in bruises and cuts anywhere that could be covered by my clothing. Through all of it I never stopped thinking about May and our promise. It may seem silly, but I did my best to stay strong because of a pinky promise I made in second grade. If I broke it, that meant that May could to, and that she could hurt herself, and that was the last thing I wanted.

When it was finally time for collage I was stressed out of my mind, but I got into my dream university. May and I had talked about going there all the time, we would be roommates, I would be a computer science major and her a psychologist. We would graduate and move into an apartment together, I would make video games for a living and she would help kids that where just like us. 

It was our dream.

But that didn't mean it could happen.

I hadn't seen or spoken to May in years, and I couldn't hold on anymore. Everyday my parents got worse, and the day I moved into my dorm I thought it would be better. I would finally be away from them, but I couldn't get them out of my head. I got so used to being degraded and abused that when no one else was doing it, I felt I had to myself.

I tried going on a walk to clear my head, but it didn't work. However, it did find me a bridge. I made my way to the edge, every word my parents ever spoke to me replaying in my head. The ones about how I would never last at a collage or in a city like this the loudest. I guess they where right.

I took off my shoes and ducked under the railing. The only thing between me and the cold water on the other side was my grip on the bar. I closed my eyes, and let go.

But the chill of the water never came.

Instead, I felt a warm hand on my wrist, pulling me back. Then an arm around my waist, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the side walk away from the bridge.

I looked up at the young woman who had just saved my life, she had tears in her eyes. Something about her was strangly familiar, but I didn't know why.

"You are such a fucking hypocrite."

"What?"

"How dare you do that to me!"

"What do you mean? I haven't done anything to you!"

"I made it here, didn't I? I got to our dream, we could have made it happen, we still can! But you broke your promise! How could you!"

"...oh. Hi, May"

"Jesus, Lux, I missed you!" May pulled me into a tight hug, but I was still numb from shock.

"I'm sorry about the promise, it's just... Things got a lot worse after you left, and I didn't have you there anymore to help me. I lasted as long as I could, I swear."

"I'm sorry I wasn't hear for you, but I am now. We are gonna get your way from your parents, for good this time. We are both adults now, we can finally live our dream, for real."

"Thank you, May. I have an idea, guess another thing we can do now that we are both adults?"

"What?"

"Neither of us will ever forget about our promise again." I explained my idea to her, and she loved it. We raced to the store, and after a half hour (I have no idea how this works, I'm a child) of forms, pain, and more forms, we were finished.

We both had the same tattoo on our pinkies. In total there where two semicolons.

For two lives, that could have ended, but didn't.

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Sorry for spelling mistakes, it's 4:30 am and I don't wanna check again