𝕊𝕠..𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟? (𝔸 ℤ𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕩 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤!𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

Chapter 1:3

Yass,finally typed this up<3 (I made it at the hospital just never typed it up) (Also sorry for slow updates :< )

  Past Y/n pov:

I was walking down a dirt road,it was pretty chilly outside. It was like 40 degrees outside but I was wearing a t-shirt,shorts,and crocs. My mom kicked me out of the house after discovering I was trans and gay. Despite the fact that I'm only like 13,she still kicked me out. I can't really get a job so that means I need to find somewhere to sleep for the night. I'm hoping for some abandoned house or car,maybe a shed. About maybe 15 minutes later of hopeless walking I found an abandoned car. It was like a tan-ish color. 

"Nice,I can crash here tonight.." I muttered to no one in particular. I carelessly walked up to the driver side of the car. I was expecting an empty car,but was surprised to see a boy about my age in the seat. He was covered head-toe in bandages. His clothes were slightly bloody. He probably got kicked out too. He looks pretty beat up though. Poor dude. 'We could probably be friends.' I thought to myself excitedly. I tapped on the window a couple of times before his head shot up towards me. I smiled and waved even though he was sending me a nasty glare. Narrowing his eyes a little he cracked open the door. 

"What do you want..I could kill you." He hissed. "Ah,sorry. I kinda just wanted to sleep here tonight." I mumbled slightly. He made a 'tsk' before moving over to the passenger seat. He looked up at me so I assumed he wanted me to get in. I climbed inside and closed the door behind me. 

"So,why are you out by yourself.? He spoke while looking down. 

"My mom kicked me out after finding out I was trans and gay." I remembered her screaming at me and throwing the scissors,I used to cut my hair,at me. All he said was "oh" in response. 

"My name's y/n btw." 

"Zack." I nodded. It was pretty dark out and was getting late so I decided I would sleep. 

"Well goodnight,Zack." I shut my eyes as they were starting to droop. As I dozed off I heard a small "goodnight" in return. Everything after that was either dull or just a blur. I remember this old man took Zack and I to his house after finding us. He didnt talk much and was blind. He would feed me and Zack bread. Zack  and I didn't talk much either. It was like we could understand each without talking. It was nice. One conversation I remember having is the one about our pasts....

"Woah..so you killed them then fled? Then you killed the lady to get the car?! Dude.. SO COOL!!" I praise loudly.

 "Wait..you're not scared?" He seemed confused.

 "Nah,what they did to you was terrible. They deserved it. But I feel bad for that lady." He nodded. 

"Well,there. I told you my past. You tell me yours."

 "Okay. So,it started when I was about 5. My parents argued a lot. Either it because of money,drugs,my dad cheating again,or me. My dad wanted to get rid of me but my mom insisted on keeping me because I could always be sold if needed. So one night 3 days after my 6th birthday,my dad came creeping into my room. He held me down and stuffed my mouth with a sock and..y'know,raped me.."

 My eyes watered slightly remembering all that went down. I took a deep breath before continuing,Zack was patiently listening. 

"He told me if I told anyone,he would sell me off for drugs. I was scared and confused so I compiled and didn't tell anyone. It kept happening for 2 months straight,every night. My mom finally left my dad for taking her cigarettes and hitting her too hard one night. It left a nasty bruise. I had gotten the courage to tell my mom what happened. She didn't believe me though,she said I only wanted attention. I felt lost so I just never told anyone anything again. I was sexually assaulted when I was 9 by one of my friends' older sisters,then it happened again by the same friend's older brother. I didn't tell anyone in fear of them not believing me. I left the friend and stayed to myself after that. Things weren't the best at home but they were better than before. My mom would usually be too high or drunk to cook so I would. She didn't hit me often and when she did I just stayed home from school until the mark was gone. But then one day she found out I was trans and gay through one of my classmates. I told them and they told her. She yelled at me and threw scissors at me telling me to leave and never show my face again. So now here I am."