Reborn as Dust sans?

pg 2. Monster

If you don't already know. It's a pain to be labeled as a monster for no reason. Treated as one because apparently "it'll help me run away" which was said by my ex-best friend after I told her my plans.

She said that it wasn't a good enough reason to want all this, she spilt everything with everyone. Apart from my family, at least she was nice enough for that.

My family is full of complete monsters, not just labeling them either, they abuse me in ways I won't go into depth about. This whole town is a monster combined apart from a few people. But even then I hate them so much, again they are the only things fueling my life, the only things that can keep me in this shit hole.

I loved them dearly as a kid, but they have no desire, nor are they worthy enough to continue to keep my love towards them at an all-time high, instead they used it, used me to do their bidding. Used my love and trust in them to rip it away. They continuously said, "Oh why don't you love me.." In that sick, manipulative tone. Making me guiltily do it.

Not anymore. My dad is an alcoholic, one that goes drinking with his friends. He always stays out late now. Missing whatever important things my sister or I had on.

I remember one time (one of many) when my dad had dropped me off at school in the morning, he promised to pick me up, saying, "If you aren't here when I come to pick you up I will be very sad.." I believed his stupid lies.

Going through school as normal, people laughing at me for whatever reason, normal day. I came out of school with all the other kids, expecting him to be there, then I could run over to him and give him a big hug!

I got out at 2:45 PM. He wasn't there, I thought he might've been running late! So I sat on the steps, waiting for his arrival.

The clock on the front of the school seemed to move painfully slowly. 2:50, 2:51, 2:52, 2:53..

I leaned my head onto my knees, starting to wonder if he had forgotten about me again.

My eyes were heavy, I took a few glances at the clock, 3:00. Before closing my eyes drowsily, hoping he would find me at least sometime soon.

I woke up at school that night, in the same place, sitting on the cold steps as I shivered, rubbing my arms. I wasn't used to the cold. I stared up at the clock, 8:37.

I finally stood up, he wasn't coming. I stretched, trudging along the road, my house has always been a distance from my school, 1.5 kilometres, I remember drowsily opening the door, the fluorescent lights blinding me as I saw the TV on. My dad had a bottle of beer in his hand, asleep as he snored loudly. I was upset about this, how could he forget?! I slammed the door, not knowing how to express my emotions otherwise. A stutter appeared in his snoring pattern, it stopped before he woke up, drowsily rubbing his eyes to make out the shape he saw at the front door. He raised his voice at me, recognizing the figure at the door to be his son. "You little shit! I told you to wait at the school!" I blinked away the tears brimming my eyes as I spoke shakily, not used to this kind of backlash, "Dad... It's 9:16..."

This wasn't a rare occasion, but not a common one. My mother was similar in her ways.

Mother smoked, a lot. She also had a bad memory, forgetting us on an often occasions. There would be multiple times a week when we would come home from doing whatever and get yelled at. "Get out of my house! Who are you?! I'm calling the police if you don't get out!"

It hurt to hear. Our mother, the one that brought us into this world, forgetting her children? The ones she birthed? With her own blood and DNA?

It was horrible to bare every day. The weight of the issues of the family on the backs of two children is too much for them to handle.

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