Hated by his family he was killed but not without a fight but as he dies he wakes up in another world, what will he do will he go in the right path or the wrong path read and find out (not good at descriptions) also this is my first book I'm writing...
The mansion stood eerily silent under the midnight sky, its grandeur masked by an oppressive air of fear.
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Screams echoed through the halls, a chilling testament to the ongoing torment within. As we zoom in closer, the source of the cries becomes apparent—a room filled with a crowd of onlookers, encircling a young boy. The child, no older than eight, lay on the ground, his split hair matted with blood and his small body marred with bruises. Whispers filled the room, each word dripping with disdain and cruelty.
"He's a disgrace to the family" "All he's good for is cleaning and being a punching bag" "Ugh, look at that mess. He got blood on the floor." The boy, Y/N, lay there, barely conscious, tears streaming down his face. The surrounding cruelty blended into a cacophony of hatred, each word a knife to his young heart.
Time Skip - Same POV
Y/N struggled to his feet, only to be met with a harsh slap. A sneering figure loomed over him" Clean this up and get dressed. We have guests arriving soon, so hurry up, brat. Maybe we should officially change your name to disgrace" A cruel laugh followed, punctuated by another smack. Left alone, Y/N wiped his tears and made his way to the cabinet for cleaning supplies. As he worked, he muttered to himself, the bitterness in his voice barely contained.
"I hate this family. They hit me and make me clean this whole mansion just because I look different. Don't they know you don't have to look like your parents?"
After cleaning the room, Y/N donned a suit that was too tight, uncomfortable in every way. He despised suits, preferring the comfort of hoodies. Stepping into the hallway, he was blinded by the harsh lights. As his eyes adjusted, he saw his family and quickly turned to head back to his room, the dread of facing them too overwhelming.
Time Skip - Y/N POV
Back in his room, Y/N applied makeup to cover his scars. The effort was routine, a sad necessity. As he finished, he heard his name being called to go downstairs. At the dining table, he overheard the adults talking about him. Pretending not to listen, he caught snippets of a conversation about selling him to a woman when he got older. His heart sank, but he forced himself to remain stoic, finishing his meal in silence.
Time Skip - Y/N POV
Late at night, when the mansion was finally asleep, Y/N put his escape plan into action. He packed his backpack with food, spare clothes, and a knife for protection. Creeping to the kitchen, he gathered his supplies, but as he reached the gate, an alarm blared. "Fuck me! Of course, it doesn't go to plan," he cursed under his breath, vaulting over the fence and sprinting into the woods. Guards gave chase, but Y/N was determined. He ran until he shook them off, but his reprieve was short-lived. Caught from behind, he lashed out with his knife, wounding his captor before continuing his desperate escape. Despite his efforts, another guard apprehended him, dragging him back to the mansion.
