My saviors♡ (bad sanses x reader)

New day

{Y/n's room picture above}

Warning this chapter contains slight mentions of neglect.

Y/n pov:

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

I groaned and shifted over towards my alarm clock and slammed my hand down on it. I felt well..in the simplest words. shitty.   My body ached and pained with every small movement I dared to make. I had to get up, if I missed even one day I knew I would regret it.  Why does life have to be so unfair?

I could barely hear myself think, my head is pounding. I rolled out of my bed and slowly forced myself to get up off the floor. If I really wanted to, I could stay home, if I really wanted to. not like mother would come to wake me up anyway. It's a curse and a blessing.

I sighed and looked in my closet which had clothes I was too lazy to hang up. Jeez I needed to get my laundry done, really badly. I have barely anything clean to wear, I groaned and slipped on a simple hoodie and leggings. I always wore leggings or sweatpants on days I didn't really feel like trying.

I slid into my clothes and looked at my messy bed. I have at least 4 blankets on there. Fuck it, I'll make the bed later.

I zipped up my old bookbag and opened the door, closing it behide me. I stepped down the stairs and they slightly squeaked as my foot touched them. Damn, I swear it's a miracle these stairs haven't collapsed yet.

As I walked into the kitchen and living room, which were combined into one room. I looked around for something to eat.

Mom was passed out on the couch, with a bottle of wine spilled onto the carpet. I sighed, I'm definitely going to be the one cleaning that up later.

I walked to the kitchen area and grabbed the bag of bread. I took the clip off and put a piece into the toaster. This might be a minute.

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Ah, there we are. Golden brown toast, yum yum. I took the Nutella out of the cupboard and spread it on the toast with a butter knife.

Everybody loves Nutella.

I slipped on my brown boots and unlocked the front door and stepped into the cold Autum air. I shivered slightly, I should've worn a coat. I turned around and looked at the door....yeah no if I don't have to go back in there, I'm not. I put up my hood and started to walk to school.

I don't live to far from my school but it's a decent walk though. Worst part is there's alot of spirits on the roads, and when they realize  I can see them. They don't leave me alone until I chat with them. Which makes me look like a Psycho to others.

So  I try to ignore them most of the time.

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Okay who is she?

She didn't look like she died yesterday,  so she isn't confused.  Then why was she following me?  She's not speaking, just following. 

She, she seems so sad...

For fucks sake if someone from my school see's me talking to a spirit today, I'm not gonna make it back home today. 

I took out my leather journal I and wrote down a sentence.

|I'm sorry to ask  but why are you| |  following me?|

She wore a pale pink dress, it looked like it was at least from the 1900's. And had flowers covering her eyes like a blindfold and long ginger hair.
Her voice was raspy and almost non-existent.

"You...look..like my child...my baby..my poor baby.."

I looked down at my feet. So that's why she was following me, because she thinks I look like her child.

Poor women...

I sighed, covering my forehead and eyes with my hand. "You can follow me...but don't talk to me unless we're alone, got it?" I didn't  want to speak to her, but I think I gave up on it.

She smiled and nodded her head.

My head perked up when I heard giggling across the street.

Ah, of course. The classic wannabe Disney bullies.

Jeez, I don't think I can even put up with their bullshit today. I took out my earphones and turned on my Playlist, on blast. And I continued my walk to school.

• Music is the best way to flee from reality.