Fearless Villainess

Chapter 24: A story.

TW: depression, death, blood, abuse, bullying.

Cullen laid in his bed, listening to a soft humming from his new protector that goes by the name Rose. The boy couldn't sleep. The creature that was protecting him never answers questions about herself, he knew nothing besides her name.

"Are you not sleepy?" the soft voice asked, petting his head, he could feel it... though he couldn't sense his presence. 

"Can you tell me a story..?" The boy asked, he felt childish, he always wanted to be told a story by his mother, sadly when he asked all he got was a harsh beating.

"I only know sad stories, I can't tell you those." the voice spoke, they sounded sad. 

"I just wish for a story." The boy turns on his side, I am already messing with this boy enough if I get attached-

----just this once. 

"Alright young soul. I'll tell you a story. Don't be upset alright?" the voice asked, the boy nodded slightly. The boy sat up, not wanting to fall asleep during the story. 

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There was a girl named Delilah Reinhart. Her mother and father passed away, leading her to live with her best friend. As the years went by her friend slowly started to become more aggressive. Her friend smiled sweetly, a distant look in her eyes.

"Let's go hang out for a bit." the girl told her friend, the girl nodded. The two were in a field covered with snow. Delilah smiled at her friend, suddenly before she knew it, a gun was pressed against her head.

"You really are a nuisance." her friend spoke, a hateful glare. Delilah didn't know what was going on, or what she did to her dear friend. The girl could hear a friend shift her finger to trigger the gun. The girl's eyes widen as her friend's face had a sinister smile.

"Bye-bye." her friend's eyes had no remorse for our protagonist. The girl pulled the trigger and Delilah went limp. She fell on the snow, tears rolled down her face, finally dying. 

The end.

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The voice told the story, it ended abruptly, though I feel pity for the girl, I didn't really understand what was really going on. 

"Do you know Delilah?"I asked.

"Yes."

"Do you like Delilah's story?" I asked.

"No." her answer was once again simple.

"Can you tell me another story?" The boy asked, yawning.

"Okay."

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A girl walked around, flowers in her hands; people stared at the with the face of pity. Blood dripped from one of her eyes. People looked down at the girl. In their eyes, she was just another crazy kid. 

A woman stared at the kid, she pulled the wilting from the girl's hands. the woman slapped the girl to the ground. 

"You see what you did to yourself? You broke the vase and you dare cry when you deserved losing one of your disgusting eyes!?" the devil of a caretaker screamed at a child she gave birth to. The girl stared at her mother, she was in so much pain. the woman pulled on the girl's long hair yanking it until large chunks broke off. 

she called the girl a monster,  a devil child. the girl just wanted to have a happy family; instead, she was brought to hell. The girl cried tears of pain and sorrow; the eye that was recently blinded drip blood. It hurt her. The woman yelled at the girl to leave her sights, pushing her down making the already frail girl gain more scratches. 

As the girl entered her room, she blocked the door with a chair. Fear was all she could feel, the fear of getting more hurt. She wanted to be saved by anyone. Though no one was going to help, the people in the house equally hated her, everyone hated her. 

The girl opened the window, she was going to escape. 

She ran out, her wounds bleeding. She ran, she could see people, they were mocking her, they were all mocking her, she ran and ran. She ran until she didn't see any roads or any buildings for miles, she was in a field, the cold weather finally catching up to her. 

The girl laid down on the ground, the cold somehow brought her warmth. As she laid there, she finally felt at peace, the fear slowly faded away. The girl slept, she could feel herself peacefully dying, she never thought that it would end so peacefully, it was nice. 

The girl died with a smile on her face, bleeding out from the wounds her family gave her. 

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Cullen listened to the story, it was pitiful. The voice sounded like it was reminiscing. He felt like some tears rolled down his face. Rose looked over at the boy. 

"I-I'm sorry." Rose came over and hugged the little boy, she felt bad. He cried enough, why did I make him cry?

"Don't cry. I'm sorry. Please." The voice asked, the boy could feel a tight hug, he could see a translucent being, he buried his head into the being's arms. Rose saddened. 

"I'll find happier stories... I'm sorry." The girl apologized again. I'm sorry.

the boy cried himself to bed, something about the story triggered something inside him. The girl felt terrible about what she did. 

"I'll make sure you and your brother won't cry ever again." the girl quietly told herself. Once the protagonist appears, you will be happy. 

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A/n

Will be on hiatus for a bit.