"ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ"

Chapter 18: Melancholy

A/N: Song may or may not go along with the story.

When I got home that morning I grabbed my yellow bunny plush out of my bad, before tossing the bag to the side and wandering into my bedroom tiredly.

"Taking you around with me... it's like you're full of memories and are collecting more..." I smiled sleepily, yawning and sitting on my bed while observing the plush. "All memories of...him." My smile fell as I laid down beneath the warm covers of my bed, holding the plush close to my chest.

"It's as if everything in my life always leads back to you or the others..." I mumbled, struggling to stay awake through my sleepy daze.

"Well...you'll have to try harder... to kill me... it's like you're not ... even....trying...." I mumbled, giving in to the sleep finally, an arm loosely draped around the golden plush.

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"Y/N!" My mother yelled, "WHY CANT YOU DO THE SIMPLEST SHIT!"

"BECAUSE, OH, I DONT KNOW, MAYBE BECAUSE ITS NOT SIMPLE?!" The teen screamed back at her, outraged by her mother's antagonistic behavior.

"You're fucking useless you know that?!" Her mother seethed as Y/N rushed to try and complete a task.

"Maybe I wouldn't be if you would've actually taught me something!" The teen dropped everything and stood up, being a bit taller than her mother.

"Will you two SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" The father shouted, throwing an alcohol bottle at the trashcan, completely missing and leaving the bottle to shatter in the kitchen. Both Y/N and her mother turned to the father, one being enraged and the teen fighting the urge to give in to the anxiety and fear.

"HIRE A FUCKING MAID TO CLEAN UP AFTER YOUR MESSES WITH ALL OF THAT MONEY YOU HAVE THEN YOU FUCKING SLOB!!" The older female yelled towards the father. To Y/N's dismay, the parents decided to involve her too in the argument.

"TELL Y/N TO DO IT SHE SITS ON HER ASS ALL DAY ANYWAY GET HER TO DO THE SHIT!" The dad yelled, his booming voice making Y/N begin to cower away from the adults.

"WHY DO I HAVE TO DEAL WITH HER?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GOT ME PREGNANT MOTHERFUCKER!!" The mom screamed.

They weren't always like this... but when they were it was pure hell for Y/N.

Y/N, not being watched at the moment, decided to take the opportunity to escape the situation, quietly but quickly sneaking out of the house, being sure to grab her small backpack that had her most important items.

Once the teen had gone into the woods away from the house enough to not hear the yelling, she texted her best friend asking if she could come over for a few hours.

Y/N needed this time away from her house.

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'I don't want to remember....'

I sat up, hugging my knees to my chest on my bed, tears threatening to brim my eyes as I peaked out of my window, seeing the rain falling with the occasional thunder. My Springbonnie plush was still against my chest, now being clutched tightly, as if I never lost the childish habit of using it for comfort.

I rocked back and forth slightly, eyes staring blankly at the sheets of my bed as the tears no longer brimmed my eyes, a feeling of numbness came over me.

I sat there for what seemed like forever before I finally got up to do something since it felt pointless to go back to sleep.

I checked my phone.

"Y/N where are you?!"

"Come to the hospital immediately"

"He's having serious problems"

My mother had texted me that two hours ago.

There were new texts from 20 minutes ago.

"Why aren't you here?"

"He's gone"

....

"The funeral is on Wednesday. At least attend it out of respect."

I set my phone back onto my nightstand, sending an intense glare towards the floor.

I wasn't there.

But I knew he would die.

I didn't need to be there to see it...

I let out a heavy sigh, resting my head in my hands.

I could rush to the hospital and throw out empty apologies to people, but what use would that be?

In the end it would all be a waste.

A waste of time, a waste of energy, and a waste of money.

Money.

I shook my head, laying back down into my bed.

Mom will now get what she always wanted won't she? Isn't that why she married my father...

It certainly wasn't to give me a better life...

I don't care.

I was going back to sleep.

And when I woke up, I was going to burn every tape that held a memory of my parents.

I'm better off without the memories....

A/N: Wow, won't catch y/n lackin I guess🤷🏼‍♀️ no tears out of her. Hope y'all liked the chapter even though it was shorter than usual! It was decently important!