✪3th pov✪
Y/n was always a very quiet kid. Before He realized that he was trans, he always thought something was wrong with him since he never liked girly things or wanted to hangout with the kids in his class. He always had a hard time connecting with his classmates and even his family, his father was always working, his mother was selfish and worrying about herself, and finally Y/n's Sister, Addie was to worried about getting out of their home as soon as possible and at the age of 18 she did leaving Y/n in a broken home by himself. He wasn't angry at her though he would have done the same thing in her shoes.
When Y/n was 12 he finally realized that he was trans, he told his parents which wasn't the best idea. His father slapped him across the face while his mom looked at him with disgust. That didn't stop him from cutting his hair and starting going by Y/n instead of D/n (Deadname) even though his parents continued to call him by his D/n.
✪Y/n pov✪
The present
I wake up to the sound of my parents screaming at each other, even though they fight every morning they still won't get a divorce. They always fight over the same things My Father's cheating, My Mother's spending addiction, or blaming each other for me being a mistake. I get up from my bed with a soft groan, my last day of high school was yesterday now I'm 18 and free to do whatever I want. Even though my parents probably hate my guts, they still give me a trust fund since they are pretty rich. They even still give my sister money probably because they want their only normal child back.
I went to the bathroom to shower, I take off my clothes. I couldn't help but stare at my body wishing that I could just be happy with it but I'm not. I hurry up wash myself trying to not stare at myself anymore then i needed to. I got out of the shower and changed in a big F/c (favorite color) hoodie and some jeans before heading downstairs. I couldn't wear my binder today because I wore it to long yesterday and now needed a break. Every step I took the screaming got louder until I was right in front of my parents. My Mother was standing in the middle of the kitchen yelling at my father about fucking his assistant. 'Well that's not new, his been fucking her for 3 years now.' I thought walking past my Father who was sitting at the table heading towards the cabinet for something I could eat on the go.
"A Good morning would be nice, D/n." My father said glaring at me from his chair. I swear he started using my Deadname more after a came out. I roll my a little but he couldn't see since my back was towards him. "Morning Father." I forced out of my mouth. My mother turned around to look at me, guess she got bored of yelling at my father. "Good morning my baby girl. Promise me you never marry a horrible man like your father. Ok?" My Mother said in a sickening sweet voice, they always pulls me into their fights. "Sure, ma." I said garb a cereal bar for breakfast and stared munching on it, I could see the anger in my father's eyes after I agreed to my mother's promise before his eyes landed on my mother "Don't bring out daughter into this!" My Father yelled slamming his hands on the table. I made my way to the front door and grabbed my bag as they started yelling again.
I took a deep breath thinking about where i could go. I decided to take a walk through the woods near my house. Every time I walk through this forest it feels like I'm being watched but whatever. I found a nice spot by a lake. I sat down, I pulled out a my sketchbook. I started drawing the lake and land around it, I looked up for second before looking back down but seen something quickly disappeared as I looked up again. "What was that?" I mumbled out but quickly cropped it up to my imagination before going back to sketching, I heard a stick snap a few feet away from me. I looked around feeling slightly nervous, I got up slowly and pack my sketchbook up being careful not to make any sudden. I look up at the sky realizing how dark it has become but that was impossible it was just 9am, I quickly check my phone and it said 7pm. 'It definitely haven't been 10 fucking hours.' I thought.
I suddenly felt a presence behind me, I wanted to look back but felt a hot breath on my neck send me running. 'Thank you god for giving the ability to run fast.' I thought, I kinda slow down when I see a cabin. I didn't have to think about it before I was in cabin, I closed the door before dropping to my knees breathing heavily as I tried to catch my breath. Once I caught my breath, i started looking around the cabin. This place looked pretty old but someone or multiple people have been living here, it was kinda messy with a few clothes around, there was a couple of holes in the walls like someone punched it. Something else caught my eye, bullets on one of the corners in the kitchen. It had to the hallway, there was 4 doors. I opened the first door in front of me which was a bathroom, it was a mess honestly there was clothes everywhere, red stains on the sink and tub.
I got a uneasy feeling and head out of the bathroom, opening one of the other doors I found a bedroom. This room was quite clean and organized, I looked around the room. I found a black mask with a frowning expression on it, there actually was a few of them. I also found small boxes with bullets in them in one of the bed side tables. I heard voices coming from outside, I froze for a second before quickly going in to the closet in the room. 'How am I going to explain that I broke into someone's house.' I thought freaking out. The walls are pretty thin so i could hear the people talking in the living room of the cabin.
"Toby i can't believe you let them get away!" A rough male voice said in annoyance. "It's n-not my fault-t that stupid girl was a fast-t runer.." Another male voice said stuttering uncontrollably, i guess he was Toby since the other guy called him that. "Masky stop being mean, I couldn't get them either. She was a fast ru- what the fuck?" A third male voice chimed in. "What is it hoodie." Masky asked, Toby was making little tics here and there. "Did one of you guys get a new bag?" Hoodie asked both of the other boys said no. I looked down realizing I left my bag and sketchbook in the living room. 'Fuck what am I going to do?! I'm so fucked.' I thought, my body started shaking a little in fear. "Maybe some teenagers found this place while we were out?" Masky said in annoyance, my hand accidentally hit one of the shoes racks in the closet making a loud sound that echoed through the cabin. "And they might still be here." Masky said when they heard the sound.
I heard them enter one of the rooms down the hall and began looking for me. I took this chance to sneak out of the closet and quietly made my way to the living room and grabbed my bag but unfortunately I stepped on a squeaky floor board, I stayed still hoping they didn't heard that but they did and quickly made their way to the living room. I rushed out the cabin, looked back once to see three men standing there with masks on staring at me as I ran away. I continued run until I found my way back on the trail to my house, I slowed down a little bit still scared that thing from earlier was out here. I got home and went inside, odd enough the house was quiet. "Mother!
Father! I'm home!" I yelled but got no response, i checked the time and it was only 9pm. My parents are usually home by now or at least asleep.
I walked upstairs and headed to their room to see if they were there. My eyes widened when I saw my parents dead with their guts painting their bed and their heads nailed on top of spikes of their bedpost. On the wall their was a message written in blood "You shouldn't have never made that deal M/n (Mother's name)". I grab my phone and call 911 and explain the situation, even if they were horrible parents I still cared about them.
