CYHMSYNF - Ghost B.C x Reader - discontinued

Conflict of Interest

Guess whatttt

I got an angst chapter for youuuu

These are alot harder to write but I hope you enjoy nonetheless

Edit 2025: I was enjoying writing this one but I realised I was taking too long and most of it was backstory and I didn't think readers would be very interested. This lead to me never finishing it

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Ghoulettes x Reader

Trigger Warnings
-Neglection (not as much abuse though - more verbal)
-Swearing
-Depressive/suicidal thoughts

Type
-Angst
-Comfort

Age
-19

Element
-Human

Pov
-First

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"Grow up"

It's something I've been told my whole life since I was little. Since I had been able to actually understand what words mean and the impact they can have I had been told to grow up. By my parents, siblings, friends, teachers, just everyone.

My parents always tried to raise me the best they could for me to be the best. "Do not get in trouble and stay in line... Don't speak up or say useless things... Listen when you are spoken to but always be ready... Do this but don't do that... Say this, but under no circumstances should you say that... These people are good, but these ones are bad..." The list can go on.

My whole childhood has been nitpicked to model me to be the perfect child. My siblings had no issues with this of course. The oldest and youngest are always perfect no matter what. It's impossible for them to do the wrong thing. But the middle child? Oh no they are the middle child! They need to be made into perfection from the ground up. They can have the blame for things the others did because they are never perfect enough to not be held accountable.

Could you imagine being allowed to play with dolls or cars?! Thats crazy if you can! It must have been fun to play on the playground with other kids and let your imagination go wild. To go on bike rides around town or have sleepovers that aren't regulated by your parents. Imagine feeling like you aren't watched twenty-four seven, making you act perfect yet never quite succeeding and getting scolded over and over again once home?

"Grow up"

The words from the past echo in my head like a mantra. Waking up in cold sweat in a pitch black room seemed to have become the normal lately. My room has always resembled an adults with neutral colours and minimal decorations. One of those rooms with very little storage and shelf space to stop me from decorating it my own way or hiding things from my parents. I always have to get creative when I have something deemed "unsuitable" for someone my age (even with being an adult), for example something as little as sweets.

There was no sound coming from the house meaning my parents were already in bed. Yet I had no way of knowing the actual time without my phone, as that gets taken off me at 10 and the closest clock is in the kitchen.

Its always risky getting out of bed during the night. The wrong step could wake up my parents or siblings who would definitely tell father in the morning. Most nights I would try to fall back asleep. Most nights this worked. Not tonight. After what I would think to be half an hour, I gave in and pulled the white sheets off my warm body. The cool air wrapped around me letting some tenseness out with the familiar feeling. The cold nights were calming and often one of the main components of helping my get back to sleep, with rain they were even better.

People often got confused when I tried to explain why I liked winter so much more than summer. Why would anyone prefer to be cold and stay inside when they could enjoy the sun and warmth? Either way it was nice to let go of some deep breaths while trying to clear my mind. I felt my muscles relax with my breaths shaking my fingers and hands aswell to get rid of some energy. I repeated the process until I began to feel tired again, lying down but not pulling the rugs over my body. As quickly as I had lied down all the thoughts seemed to come back.