Unforgettable ~Sapnap x Y/N

~Chapter 1~

 .......! PLEASE READ......IMPORTANT!......

Hello! welcome to my new story, you may be here from my old story I wrote with Dream and George in it. If you are new, I hope you enjoy my writing.

This chapter has abuse yelling and possibly more, if you are uncomfortable with that you can skip ahead or not read this book or chapter, it is entirely your choice. 

This story will have some bits of past memories or eating disorder talking which will be sensitive so please don't read if you can't stand it. 

Don't forget to drink some water and eat some food today.

Thanks for your time <3

Let the reading begin...>:)

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(Y/n Pov:) (TW! Abuse and yelling)

I ran from the kitchen as fast as I could while my mother went to grab her knife. I went up the stairs as fast as my legs would allow me to go. I heard my mother footsteps getting closer behind me and her screaming my name to come back.

I slammed my door shut and locked it. I heard the jingle of the keys to the house and quickly turned around to grab my phone from my bed. 

I grab it and turn it on when I hear the door open, and her booming voice echoed through my room.

"If you even think about calling the cops, I will beat the hell out of you." She growls out.

I nod hesitantly and put my phone down slowly.

She walks over to me and puts the knife to my throat.

I gulp and look up at her.

"Good, I want you gone by eight. You have an hour to get the hell out of my house!" She yells putting more pressure on the knife.

"Mom, plea-" I get out.

"You're no child of mine." She says cutting me off and punching me down to the ground.

"B-but-" I cry as I fall down completely to the ground from her throws.

"No, hurry and get the hell out of my house or I'll call the cops for trespassing." She says kicking me and turning on her heel walking out of my dark room.

I sit there for a while thinking of where I could go. I snap out of my thoughts quickly scrambling up off the ground with a wince. I walk to my closet and grab my backpack and suitcase. I put my valuables in my backpack and tightly roll up as many pairs of clothes as I can and tightly pack it into my suitcase. I grab my essentials from the bathroom and bedroom and pack it into my backpack. I turn to look around for anything else I could possibly need when my eyes land on a picture of my father and I before he passed. My eyes start to tear up, but I quickly blink them away. I walk over and grab it softly putting it into my backpack. 

I look at the time on my phone and see I have 15 minutes to leave.

'Better to leave early than having to deal with her.'

I walk down the stairs quietly and slowly, so I don't hurt myself and put myself into more pain than I already am.

I get down to the first floor and walk towards the front door when I hear my mother's voice from behind me.

"Leaving finally?" She asks.

"Yes, and don't ever contact me again." I say opening the door.

"Good, and I wouldn't want to talk to you anyways. Now get off my property before I shoot you dead." She says and I hear the safety of the gun click off.