" you never loved me. you only loved the idea of me. " y/n stated, but king didn't want to believe it.
hello friends! welcome back to another journey of ups and downs featuring a yandere in the middle of dream smp. what will happen when king learns...
◦♔ i'd just like to say that the depictions of medical treatment are not a way to scare you or make you think this is how it is irl. sometimes there are cases where people get shitty treatments for mental problems (including myself), but overall, therapy or any further treatments like medications isn't a bad thing at all. if you are experiencing problems with a medical treatment, always contact professionals.
◦♔ Y/F/F - your favorite flower(s) (haha gardener flashbacks)
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Y/N'S RETALIATION AND the fact that they stormed out of the house in the middle of the rain unfortunately created their own demise. upon coming back home, king being so kind to drop them off safely, they ended up getting an inevitable punishment: isolation.
it wasn't the first time you've been isolated though. ever since you were a kid, you've been locked out from various activities, missing out on several people and experiences all thanks to fear, restraint, and especially strictness.
getting older, you knew its never been good for you. yes, you've learned to see the world in a promptly professional view, learning to be formal and courteous. that was great for first impressions. but that was all you were able to do. you couldn't let loose. you couldn't be what you craved to be. so your life's mission was to get out of it. to rebel one day.
to get out from the abuse. get out from the rules. you were determined to find out who you were and be that someone without a care in the world. it was all working out slowly but surly, your parents trusting you more and more as you got into high school. then on this very day, it shattered.
all that work only to be treated like you were worth nothing. once you got home, you were being dragged in the hallways by father, his hand gripping at your hair, purposely slamming you into walls and corners of pillars. you certainly got the taste of paint and the metal of picture frames stuck in your mouth for a while.
by the time father got to the door, his huffing increased, opening the door with such vigor and throwing your helpless body straight to the hard flooring of your bedroom, making you yelp and sob. "YOU STAY RIGHT HERE!" your father yelled out, slamming the door shut. when the space finally went silent, you brought your upper body up, spitting out some blood from your nose and mouth. i just blew it. i lost it all.
