Double Trouble (Dark x Anti x child reader)

Bonded, Marked, and Blood

*TRIGGER WARNING: CHILD ABUSE AND THOUGHTS OF KILLING ONESELF* If any of you need to talk dont hesitate to comment. You are not alone.

(Y/n) Pov:

I pulled against Drafty, trying my hardest to not leave my hiding spot. I don't know what has gotten into her, but we both know that when I leave the closet Daddy will beat me. It takes so much of her energy to heal me and we get so weak. I can't have her heal me, not when he is so mad. She almost disappeared last time. I can not lose her. I remember when she appeared the first time, 3 years ago.

*Flashback*

I try to hide under the bed, Daddy got so mad. I didn't mean to burn the eggs, I'm only 3, I can't reach the stove yet. Mommy would beat Daddy if she was still alive. That's my fault too, Daddy says Mommy died giving a hellspawn like me life. I didn't mean to hurt Mommy, it wasn't in my control. But I'm a bad girl and a murder...

Daddy found me and pulled me out of my hiding spot. He is boiling over in rage. I tremble in his hands. "You little Bitch! You want to kill me like you did your Mother?!? How did I get stuck with you? I'll kill you yet!" He screams in my face, spit speckled my face.

"D-daddy I didn't mea-" a harsh smack ends my sentence. I forgot I can't call him Daddy.

"What did you just call me Hellspawn?"

"I-I'm sorry Sir..." I whimper out, "I- I can't reach the stove..." I try to hold in my sobs, tears only make him more mad. I hear him snicker and feel another smack on my face.

"You are trying to starve me hellspawn. NO more excuses, you hear me? It's time for a punishment." My eyes widen and I try to get away, he beat me yesterday I-I won't survive another one so soon. "Stay still or it will be worse, maybe I'll be rid of you soon." I freeze and he sets me down. I sit still and wait for the pain. I silently sob and hum a nursery rhyme. Daddy takes out his belt and debates on which side to use, of course he picks the side with the belt buckle. He starts yelling about how worthless I was and how I shouldn't be alive. He takes the end of the belt and starts whipping the buckle against my back. I try to hold in my screams and tears, they will just make it so much worse. I feel my skin break open and the brusies form. My old wounds scream in protest and I see thick black spots. I'm going to pass out. I wish I was dead. Maybe he would love me if I was dead... Suddenly I saw black smoke rolling off my skin. I panic thinking Daddy lit my hair on fire. I don't smell burning hair and Daddy is still hitting me. Daddy stopped hitting me finally and spits on me, before he stomps away. The smoke piles on the floor taking a small shape. I whimper and try to crawl away. Soon a small girl about my age with (h/c) hair and (f/c) eyes, was sitting in front of me. She looked at me cautiously and then looks down at her self in surprise. She crawls over to me with her head tilted sideways. I freeze and stare at her with weary eyes, my body giving up and if she was gonna kill me I'll accept. She looks at my body and then back to my brusied face, a whimper, I think, escapes her. She pulls out a knife and I just nod.

"P-please just make it quick. I-i ca-" I cough loudly blood spewing on to the floor, " I-I can't take it an-nymore" I beg her, harsher then I meant. She whimpers again and looks at me pleading, if she wanted me to fight for my life, I was sorry to disappoint her. She took the knife and cut her palm, I gasp loudly not wanting her to hurt herself. She can hurt me all she wants but she shouldn't hurt her self. She came closer to my back and I could see (f/c) tears streaming down her face. "I-It's okay, it looks w-worse than i-it is." I stammered out, I don't know why I wanted to comfort her. She slowly put her hand on my back our blood mixing together. And all the sudden I could hear her in my head.