Choose Me {KH Vanitas Story}

Chapter 1: Introduction

This is specifically a Vanitas from Kingdom Hearts fan fiction. I don't write anything sexual, just romance especially as this takes place in the characters teens. Every image shown either appeared on Google, Pinterest, or Picrew and I don't own them.
This story will discuss uncomfortable themes such as self harm, drugs, Sexual Assault, etc.
If you've read any of my other stories you'll see plenty of similarities due to a mixture of I love the ideas / I'm not creative enough to change it. Y'all seem really into depressed teenage girls so here ya go. Enjoy!

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"We're transferring you to a new foster home, right now. Get your things and let's go."

My body stiffened at those words, yet it was expected. I never was able to stay in one place for a long period of time. The social worker gave me a look of sympathy, a look she gave me often whenever this happened. I simply nodded even though my eyes were averted from her and I limped up the stairs to gather my things. No one... Wants me. No one keeps me. Constantly I'm passed on from home to home with one excuse after another after another.

Bitterly I grasped my clothes, clean and dirty, and shoved them inside the trash bag I took between homes. It was beginning to wear down, stretch marks across where I grabbed and expanded it from lugging it around. Everything had to fit in that one bag, and the more it stretched the less I could carry from fear it would rip. With a strained sigh I swung the bag over my shoulder, my hand holding the bag closed as it continued to stretch. I made my way to the door, but took one last glimpse of the room that was mine for only a few short weeks. With one last glare I proceeded back to the social worker downstairs.

I stormed downstairs and I could hear the stuttering couple who agreed to foster me; until they broke their promise to keep me.

"Y-You understand right Mrs. Strife? We were just wrong about-"

I reached the bottom of the stairs just in time to see the social worker shoving a gloved hand in the face of the couple, both of them looking almost offended. "Just move on." She commanded in a low voice. Her demeanor stopped me in my tracks, I've never seen her without her happy-go-lucky attitude.

"Mariko!" The woman called out to me, and I glared. "You have to understand, it's not you. Its-"

"It's you, yeah yeah." I retorted with a mocking wave of my hand. "I'm used to this. Tifa, can we go now?"

Tifa, the woman who has driven me to countless homes, straightened out her suit as she ruffled it from her anger. Slowly she turned her head to look at me, and a smile spread across her face. "Yes. I have to make a phone call anyway." She didn't look back as she walked to the front door, her heels clicking against the wooden flooring.

I followed her to her car, throwing my bag into the back seat and sliding myself in beside it. I grumbled, collapsing into the seat with lousy posture and crossing my arms in displeasure. Tifa followed me in shortly, plopping herself into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut. She adjusted her mirror so I could see her scarlet eyes stare at me. My gray eyes caught hers and she didn't look away.

"So what was the reason this time?" I asked.

Her eyes briefly looked away, but they caught mine once more. "They realized you were in several homes and got worried."

I scrunched my nose with disgust. "So basically they were worried I'm trouble because I've travelled to several houses frequently and they needed to kick me out before I gave them a real reason to." With a groan I leaned against the door, using the window as an uncomfortable pillow and finally breaking the eye contact I gave Tifa. "It's fine."