chasing the stars - punzxfemreader

9

Then it was all ruined, like every good thing in Y/n's life.

"Oh shit I'm sorry I told my mom I would be back for dinner. I have to go."

"Oh it's okay, I'll see you later-"

Before the words could finish flowing from her lips, the boy stood up and ran towards his home.

"I love you...and I'm sorry Luke."

Y/n walked home, alone. No different than any other day she had before meeting him. It was all the same. Nothing had changed, but everything did. He was here; but soon she wouldn't be.

After what felt like hours of walking, Y/n arrived at her home and opened the front door, anticipating and knowing what would come soon after. Like clockwork, her step mother rushes from the kitchen.

"Where were you? You seriously snuck out of your room? What did you do, sleep with a boy? Did you do any drugs? You're probably high out of your mind. God, Y/n do you have to be such a stupid bitch sometimes?"

Each word hit Y/n like a bullet. Each one hurting more than the last. She had enough.

"Fuck you! Okay?! I hate you. You are a monster. You make my life a living hell. I wish my dad never married you. I would rather be dead than live in the same house as you."

"FINE. Then why don't you go do that! Go kill yourself Y/n."

Shock was written all over the girl's face while her father and her brother rushed into the hallway after hearing the words they never thought they would hear.

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING DARLA?!" Y/n's father started to yell at his wife, or soon to be ex wife.

"SHE'S A DEMON CHILD JEFF! I DO SO MUCH FOR HER YET SHE TREATS ME HORRIBLY. She won't change until someone gives her a wake up call."

Now in tears, Y/n shakes her head at the words the woman in front of her is saying and walks up the stairs and into her bathroom. She locks the door and her back slides down the door while the tears become uncontrollable. The voices downstairs; still yelling at one another; being drowned out by her sobbing.

After some hesitation, she moves herself towards her sink drawers and takes out a small box. This box being filled with razor blades, she rolls up her sleeves. Y/n makes her way towards the bathtub and turns the knobs until water starts to fill the tub. Still wearing her clothes she gets in and continues to cry.

No, I can't do this. I have to stop. I have to get out. But I can't live like this anymore. No one loves me. No one cares about me. No one ever has.

After the voices in her head argued and fought over what to do. The decision was clear in her mind. Cut after cut. The colour, red, spreading through the waves of water. Her skin slowly turning pale. The bad thoughts were finally gone. But so was she.