Rewriting to improve writing.
"Gods are born out of the need of humans but they shall die at the hands of the ones they've wronged."
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The world of demigods has never been a safe one, plagued by monsters, the wrath of gods, and the impending d...
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A child growing in an empty house, will often fill themselves up with the soul of an adult to raise the child that is dying.
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Song: Shounen Ki- Tetsuya Takeda
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Y/n knew the exact routine she had to follow to be safe in her house: walk in, place beer on the table if you bought it. If not, ignore anything and everything, rush to your room, and close the door. If you manage to buy it, you can spend some time outside. Check on mom, make sure she's fed, then go to your room. If it's Wednesday, go out to help the neighbor's girl with her classwork. If not, stay at home and stay silent until and unless your mom needs you.
It was a routine so familiar to her she could close her eyes and lay it out for you-the many variations, the ifs, and buts. Like a robot, like a programmed computer working on logic.
As she opened the door and stepped in, her nose immediately scrunched up due to the way her stepfather was laying on the couch. She hated the way he was always wearing his boxers or pants with nothing on top, not like he was muscular or handsome either. The entire floor was a mess, with a discarded restaurant packets of half-eaten food on the ground.
"I'm home," she muttered as she opened her shoes and placed them on the rack, neatly fixing them. Her school dress wasn't completely spotless, but given she knew how to wash them better, they were better than the things she had worn 2-3 years earlier. Her hair was in a neat ponytail, and she clutched her school jacket tightly.
"Where's mom?" she asked her stepfather, looking up at him as he lazily turned his head at her.
"Out."
Her heart dropped. It was about 7 pm; her mother shouldn't be out now. It was dangerous, especially when the weather forecast had predicted heavy rain.
"Out?" she repeated. "How could you let her go out! I thought you knew not to let her leave without me being with her!" Her fists clenched as her eyes pricked in tears of worry and frustration. She had a long day at school, after which she had stayed back in the library studying. Coming home to this? It was a nightmare.
"Agh!" Her father screamed out, making her jump. "Who cares! She'll come back when she realizes she's being weird again, actually..." She took a step back as his eyes looked her up and down, a predatory look crossing his eyes. God, she felt so dirty whenever he looked at her like that. "...I hope she doesn't come home, actually."
Bile rose up her throat as she picked up her mom's bright red umbrella and turned around, opening the door and stepping out. The weight of her backpack kept her from dissociating as she held back the tears, speed walking out into the street as she began to look for her mother.
