(Requested by Smellaboi and smth for Yevolas)
Y/N looks at the floor, not wanting to speak anymore as fat tears roll out of their eyes. They try to suppress all those emotions but they failed miserably.
Broken flasks' pieces splatter on the white floor and dark red blood stains their purity. There is a photograph of a seemingly happy family on the floor, the wooden frames and glasses are broken. The room looks like a tornado just happened. The loud cursings and screaming are still echoing through Y/N's brain, those sounds keep playing in their head repeatedly, telling them how much they're a goddamn failure and monster.
"Go to your room," the mother said coldly and walks out of the living room. She's still holding the upper half of a broken bottle as she looks drunk. She looks the same as the woman in that photo, though less happy and more serious.
Y/N sniffles before quickly rushing back to their bedroom, locking the door just in case their parents got mad for whatever reasons they can think up. They look at the mirror in their room, the red marks and blood are still there. The blood is dried up but the wounds still hurt.
They grab some wet tissues and wipe away the remaining on their face and body.
What a long day...
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"I can't believe it... I have to turn my goddamn child into a WHAT?!" the father screams at the doctor as he shakes them violently, he looks like he's going to punch a hole into a wall. "I will. Never!"
The doctor sighs and pushes him back. "Sir, your child is having a disease that's putting their life at risk. There is only this solution... we have to turn them into a mutant since mutant doesn't get sick that much as humans, this disease is killing them slowly and painfully if we don't do it fast, they're going to die without a doubt," their black eyes staring directly at the father, their words pierce through the thick tension.
The father looks at the pen and the paper. " ... they'll be still the same, right?"
The doctor sighs in relief this time. "Yes, sir, they will be the same," they're really glad that the father made the right choice of saving their child. This is the only solution after all.
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"MY BABY!!!" the mother cries as she cups the child's cheek. Their skin is much colder than the last time she touched it. Their once lively skin is now much naturally paler and grayish. It's... different.
The child's eyes flutter open, they look so dizzy and confused. The child's right eye is still the same old color, but their left eye...
The mother and father almost fall in horror when they see their precious child's left eye is now... [preferred color]. The father screams at the doctor once again, completely lashing out at them and blaming them for the change of their child. The mother looks so horrified, she looks at the child like they're not their child, but a monster...
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Y/N wake up, it's a memory they always remember, it's craved into their brain. They put their hand on their cheek, it's still cold like the past 4 years. The neglect in this family also lasted for 4 years.
They stare at their reflection... all they can see is a person with [skin color] with a grayish tint and two colored eyes. Their hair is tangled up and very messy. When was the last time they take a shower? They don't know.
