☆𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 ☆

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!Warning!

The following may include blood, gore, and child abuse. If you are sensitive to any of these, I recommend not reading the section with it. Thank you.

*~Dream's POV~*

I love my father...

I love him and my mother, he was always so nice to me. Sometimes he would take me to school, but that was usually Mama's job.

The best days were Fridays because Father would always take me to the ice cream shop in town! I loved ice cream. On weekends he would take me to parks and sometimes mama would come too!

Well... that's how it was before... it happened.

Mama and father were not there to pick me up from school today. I had to walk home. Once I got there and went inside the house...  I saw her.

!blood and gore warning!

Mama was dead. Her body had been bloody and bruised. By the looks of it and the knife in her back, she had been stabbed at least 5 times or more, I couldn't tell.

I wanted to scream until Father came up behind me and said "I'm sorry, but your mother had to go..." I started to cry "B-but why? She d-didn't do an-anything wrong!" I replied, tears streaming down my face.

There was blood everywhere, on the couch, on the walls, on the floor. She looked like she had been thrown around. But why?

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"We are leaving," my father said, "but why?! We need to help her!" I yelled tears still streaming down my face. Why? Did Father kill her? What was the point? What did she do?

"You're coming with me or you're going to end up just like her!" He screamed, I got scared and decided to go with him.

*~Time skip till 3 months later ~*

I was done. I was done with my Father.

He kept on abusing me day after day. It was worse when he was drunk, and most of the time he was.

I just wanted to be one big happy family again. I miss my mother. I want her back. I just want to go back to those days where Father was nice to me and Mama was still here.

But I know there's no going back now. What's done is what's done.

So... If I can't change what happened then I'll just run away from him. Run away from my sorrows. Run away from all the problems that have been put upon me.

So I waited until Father went out drinking again to run. Sooner or later he left. I waited a few more minutes until he was long gone. Then I booked it. I grabbed my bag and left