𝓢𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷

Ch.1 Dreadful

Rules for the book
{THIS BOOK USES FEMALE PRONOUNS}
"." Is for when a person is speaking out loud.

(.....) is for when other people that are not y/n are speaking in there head.

words without any marks is for when y/n is speaking in her head or for 3rd person POV.

H/C is hair colour
H/L is hair length
H/T is hair type for my girls with curls, braids, and straight hair!
E/C is eye colour
S/C is skin colour
F/F is favourite food

3rd Person POV:

You walk in the hallway of your house as you step on the creaking tile's woven into the floors, you over hear your parents voices, they don't sound like very calm and happy voices, they sound more upset and unpleasant. You decide to eavesdrop on the loud conversation your 'parents' are having, "she wont get anywhere in life in that school!" That was your father, he was very clearly talking about you. "That is an amazing school it has amazing teachers and a prestigious teaching system! And i wont let you pull her out of this school! Do you know how much it took for me to keep her there!" That woman is your step-mother she never really cared much about you, but when it came to school, shes all over you.

Y/N's POV:

...They've had this same conversation at least three times now, and they all go the same way, "every. single. time." You say whispering under your breath.
Why can't they just take me out of school permanently since they want to keep changing my school anyways. It's not like i'll get much of an education if im always overwhelmed by the fact that im changing schools! I silently huffed in anger and rolled your eyes.

Just as im about to walk away i hear the door slide open and then shut. My dad had just walked out his room and was standing right next to me. His eyes avoided mine it almost looked as if he had felt the slightest bit of guilt but what he had said made it unbearably obvious that he didn't care, at all.

"Move out my way, what you heard was the honest truth im taking you out of that school and no, i don't feel any bit sorry." Your father said with a lack of emotion and empathy.

"Why do you insist that i have to leave my school..? Knowing you it probably doesn't have anything to do with the school or my grades does it.?"

"Just what are you implying, child."

"It's because of your psycho wife, i mean come on dad you pulled me out of my other school because she was sleeping with my potions teacher!! Why is it so hard for you to understand that!"

"Shut up! You know nothing about your mother."

"That woman is not my mother and she never will be."

"Go to your room now you insolent child!"

"You're just upset at the fact that your aware she is currently cheating on you! You know damn well she would sleep with a woman for my grades to be up!"

"She never slept with no woman before, your just a stupid child that needs to be taught respect and discipline!"

"Well if thats the case how come i would sleep in potions class and still get 'A's that makes no sense! But i figured it out, that ratchet woman is sleeping with my potions teacher!"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!!"

"Whatever i didn't plan on staying out here any longer anyways!"

I walk to my room in sheer anger, the grudge i hold against that woman has lead to nothing but arguments with My father! I know that she's slept with my professors before. In fact it aggravates me, the fact that i don't know my actual score in life.. it pisses me off to know that i don't have to try to succeed, and that i wont ever see my proper grades, the ones i really deserve.

I hear a knock on my door, i get up and i hold the door shut..

"Please just go away, i really can't deal with the overwhelming tormenting from you anymore"

A low grumble is all that can be heard from the other side of the door. It finally speaks up in a low husky voice it sounds almost sickening, hearing the voice of something that has been tormenting you for at least a year and a half, that can be scary always having that voice engraved into your mind, unable to forget the voice of  something that wants you off the face of the earth. Something that will take its time to put you into more misery before it takes you out of it. Forever.

In the creature's low raspy, husked voice it said "Stop pushing me away, i just want to stay, i promise to keep you safe, give me all your time of day and then I'll promise to not kill you today."

Black ink was seeping through the cracks in between the wooden tiles, the same tiles that were once walked on by a happy loving family has now had glass pitchers smashed against them in anger they have had the blood of a loved one spilled over them glossing them in a thick coat of deep red blood it almost looked black with a shine of red on it, and now ink, black thick gooey ink. It was slowly making its way over to your bare feet almost like it was just reaching to grab you and pull you through the floors.

"W-what the hell is that?!!"

You tripped on your feet stumbling to get up on your feet a speck of ink touched the very surface level of your skin but some how as soon as it touched your skin it spread immensely, the growth of the ink on your arm was increasing by the second and there was no stoping it.

"Oww why does it burn?!! what the hell?- what happened to my arm!"

No words could express the look of sheer horror on your face, you truly looked as if you saw your moms decapitated Head hung on your door.