Where am I going if I have to choose just one?

Back to reality

I blinked and registered that I was once again in the real world. 'ugh' I groaned in my mind as is heard the incessant screeches of slightly wasted stepmother "Y/N!!!!!" Jessica once again screamed from the kitchen, I checked the clock to find I'd been daydreaming for four hours. 'Jeez only four hours? 'I thought to myself as I trudged downstairs to the completely drunk woman, I have to call a stepmother who was attempting to cook. Unfortunately, in her state there was no way she would do anything but burn the kitchen like she was Balderoy with his flamethrower." oh y/nnnn~" 'oh god, here we go again' "won't you be a dear and get some food for mother~" 'Step- mother' I corrected mentally because I didn't dare say that to her fake smile, a smile that matched the metaphorical mask she wore when she wanted something but didn't have the energy to beat me into it. 'Ok, I may be dumb but I'm smart enough to know how to fake and spot a fake smile Jessica' I mentally pinched the bridge of my nose because I didn't feel like having it broken as I grabbed money from the shoebox hidden under my bed so that I could grab some groceries and maybe a snack or two to hide from her. I slipped out on my ratty pjs and slipped on my jeans and a Black Butler vintage, looking t-shirt that had a faded picture of Ceil and Sebastian ( like at the end of commercial breaks yeah that picture) and grabbed my All might hoodie and running out but not before slipping on some blue sneakers.

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I walked out of the store with my arms carrying about a week's worth of food for me and my stepmom, not caring to look around because I lived in a relatively safe neighborhood thanks to my dad leaving the house to my 'oh so gracious' stepmother. 'Okay, I got the weeks' worth of groceries with some ramen and pocky (mmmmm strawberry pocky) for myself as a special treat.' One of the only good things about living with Jessica is the understanding of the fact that if I use my own money to buy an item, it's mine and she can't touch it or try to eat it (especially when I have pocky and ramen because she hates them). 'that's about the only thing I like about living there'. I continue to walk down the sidewalk to the unfortunate place I call home. (Your place is nice on the outside, but this inside is in shambles thanks to your constantly drunk stepmother) I looked behind me because I felt a more than menacing presence behind me, but I didn't even have the time to look as a cold item was placed at the nape of my neck and a loud BANG sound came, and my very real and unpleasant universe went black.