Let Me Heal You

Chapter 1

A/N: you are wearing this dress except in red. (chapter picture).

"Could you please get me the sugar for me, my flower," My father asks me," My hands are occupied right now."

I nod and stand unruffling my dress.

"Words please, flower" He says calmly.

"Yes father" I say taking steps towards the pantry. I look for the sugar.

"Father," I say worried, " It seems we have no sugar left."

"Don't worry," He says in a hum, "You can head down to the lake and get some sugar cane."

"Yes father" I respond.

I walk up to the man and give him a hug. I'm shorter than him by a few inches.

I look up into his red eyes.

"I love you dad" I say. He squeezes me tight then lets go and he turns back to the bowl of muffin mix and starts to stir the wooden spoon. I turn and grab my satchel from the coat rack along with a white cloak. I slip my worn out sandals on and open the door. 

The iron door creaks and groans as I push it open. I start traveling down the dirt path. It's lined by rose bushes of all colours. The path leads me right to the lake. I walk over to the many stalks of sugarcane. I pull out a small blade and start hacking at the base of one stalk.

The wind bites at my face as I speed up the hacking wanting to get out of the cold as soon as possible. The blade juts into my hand as the stalk of sugarcane comes free. I yelp out in pain as my blood drips. The blue liquid drops down to the ground and some drops on my foot. I grab the stalk of sugarcane and run back to the hill my house sits in. I run down the path clutching my hand, trying to stop the bleeding. I look up to where the iron doors should be. But, they aren't there. 

In place of windows and a set of iron doors, the mound is back to how it would have been if BadBoyHalo hadn't resided in it. The crop patches were gone to, and the mineshaft we had made together, even the remains of the egg we used as a shelter.

"DAD!," I yelled bagning on the side of the grassy mound, "FATHER! BAD! BAD BOY HALO! DADDY PLEASE!"

I began to cry as I fell to my knees. The only thing left was the doormat. It was shaggy and I had made it for him when he taught me how to use the loom. I picked it up and held it close. I cried and cried until the next sun rose. I felt there were no tears left, as I looked down at the mat. I examined it.

I looked at my hand, it had stopped bleeding now, but it wasn't clean. Something dropped off the matt which caught my eyes. A book?

I picked it up and examined it, My dearest y/n, was engraved in the front of the book.

I opened it and read till I did no longer need to.