The End Is the Real Start

Prologue

This fanfic is from my account on Quotev

(Disclaimers: Self-abuse, mention of abuse, abusive behaviour, near-death situations, and some other things that may trigger people)

From now! Know that there will be alot of grammatical errors 😅

Keywords:

"Talking"

'Thinking' or Thinking (example, if it's your POV and I didn't put the 'this' so it's thinking)

Anyways

Into the story:

What is the reason of my existence..?

Was there any reason from the start anyways?

My life is just repeating itself, nothing exciting nor beautiful is happening. I'm not helping anybody nor is there anybody who is helping me.

But, at the same time, I'm still breathing.... I'm still walking and eating.. Is this a never-ending cycle of my life?

"wake up, sweetie"

(Y/n)'s train of thoughts were cut short at the sound of her mother. She cracked her eyes open to find out that it was morning already.

"Morning..."

Answered (Y/n) still half lost it her thoughts

'Did I stay awake this night as well?'

She was awake. And it wasn't the first night. But for some reason, she wasn't able to fall asleep this week.

It was Friday. She was thankful, finally she's going to have two days without school. Even though the days are ending quickly, she felt as if she was going to die. Maybe it's just the stress she was being put through without acknowledging it, or it's the lack of sleep which she can't help but wonder why, she's been awake for the hole week but isn't feeling sleepy at all.

"How are you today, mom?"

She knew the answer. After all she was awake when he was hitting her, he was abusing her physically and mentally from 10 to 12 a.m.

Two hours, she heard his words and the sound of her mother's whimpers and scared pleas for him to stop.

She heard his hurtful words, saying that these 'children' are like her and he wishes to just throw the three of them out.

"I'm quite alright. How about you? Hope you slept well today" she said and started to do the bed

'No'

She wished she could say that. After all she heard from yesterday's night, but she can't. But also, she can't just tell her beloved mother that she is having a hard time falling asleep, she'd be worried.

"Mom. I told you that i can do my bed alone!"

'I.... didn't mean to yell.....'

After some larynx problems, her larynx are weak, making her voice low and hard to hear. She can't talk freely because it will hurt her but her parents didn't know and always told her to raise her voice and make it clear.

But, for them to accept her, she started to push the pain in her larynx away and started to raise her voice to the point where she can't control her vocal's volume. If she wanted to talk like how a normal person talks, she would nearly shout for her to be heard like one.

"Alright. You don't have to yell at me!"

But her mother didn't figure out or know so she just let it slide. She knows it's her fault for not telling them, but they're poor and don't have enough money to complete the school's fee so she just stayed quite.