ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ 「ɢʟᴇɴɴ ʀʜᴇᴇ x ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 」

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 1 ~ 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘

~𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟~

~𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞~

My childhood was marked by the struggle of my parents with addiction and mental health issues. My brothers, Daryl and Merle, were fiercely protective of me, going to great lengths to shield me from the worst of our parents' abuses. While my brothers couldn't shield me completely from the chaos and violence, they did their best to provide me with love and stability. My sassy and carefree attitude masked the trauma and pain I carried within me.

My parents' struggles with addiction and mental health issues contributed to my chaotic and rebellious behavior. Growing up in an unstable environment, i developed a strong distaste for authority and structure. Fueled by me sassy and carefree personality, i constantly sought to challenge conventions and rebel against anything that tried to restrain my spirit. This made me appear "crazy" to some, but it was simply a reflection of my independent and unshackled nature.

One day, our father, in a fit of anger and influenced by his struggles, began to yell at and physically push and hit me. Before things could escalate further, my brothers Daryl and Merle intervened, immediately rushing to my side and shielding me from our father's abuse. Merle, never one to back down, engaged in a heated argument with our father, fiercely defending me and standing up for me.

As the argument between Merle and our father escalated, Daryl quickly moved to my side and gently picked me up, carrying me to our room. Once they were alone, he comforted me, his touch and presence providing a sense of safety and protection. He held me close, soothing my fears and offering comfort in the midst of the chaos outside.
"It's gonna be fine.. " Daryl murmured and immediately covered my ears as The argument only got louder and more physical "Ain't no one gonna hurt ya, not on our watch"

After that, Daryl and Merle took our mother to rehab, leaving the house and me with our father. He, still struggling with his addiction, became increasingly aggressive, yelling and resorting to physical violence against me. His anger and frustration fueled by his own battles, my father became abusive, taking his pain out on me.

Fed up and desperate to protect myself, I stealthily approached my father, who was sitting on the couch, engrossed in his alcohol. As he sat there, unaware of my presence, i quietly grabbed an empty glass bottle nearby. With a burst of determination, i used the bottle to strike him on the head from behind, hoping to defend myself and put an end to his abuse. Though it didn't put an end to his abuse, I only made him unconscious
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That all happened when I was six years old

After the incident of hitting my father with the bottle, my behavior began to shift. I became more chaotic, as if the incident had unleashed a pent-up tension and rebelliousness within me. My reactions to situations became more erratic, and my sassy demeanor grew stronger, as if i was determined to never let anyone control or hurt me again.

Despite my chaotic and rebellious ways,i remains extremely close to my brothers, Daryl and Merle. They are the only constants in my life and my source of love and protection. Our bond is unbreakable, and i fiercely loves and trusts them, knowing they will always have my back, no matter how "crazy" i get.

Our father's anger at me fighting back only fueled our father's alcohol consumption and abusive behavior. My actions only seemed to enrage him further, and he began to drink more heavily in response. My attempts to defend myself and stand up to his abuse only made matters worse, as our father became more violent, continuing the cycle of physical abuse and creating an even more volatile and dangerous living environment for our lives.

With time, i began to hate my appearance, seeing more of our father's features in my face and body than our mother's. This resemblance to our father, a man who had caused me and my brothers so much pain and trauma, only added to my self-esteem issues. I looked in the mirror and saw a reflection that reminded me of the very person who had hurt me the most, causing me to despise my own reflection.

Then at the age of nine, I began to slit and burn my skin and hid it from Daryl and merle as I would always hide the blade and the lighter away and wear long sleeves to cover up the scars and burn marks.

A day later, my parents seemingly seemed to have reached a moment of stability and took me to the park. As i played, i naively believed that my home life might be improving. However, when i turned around after finishing my playtime, i realized that my parents had disappeared, leaving me stranded in the park all alone, vulnerable and terrified.

I waited there for what felt like hours, feeling more and more abandoned and hopeless. But then, Daryl and Merle appeared, rushing to my side with a mix of concern and anger in their eyes. They bombarded me with questions, desperate to understand why i had been left alone in the park.

"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱?! "
"𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲?! "
"𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘆𝗮?! "
"𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲?! "
"𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁?! "

With a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, i told Daryl and merle the story of how our parents had left me alone in the park, promising to come back but never returning. My voice trembled as i recounted the feelings of abandonment and fear i had experienced while waiting there, wondering if our parents would ever return for me.

As Daryl and Merle brought me back home, twe were met with the sight of our parents, drunk, smoking weed, and engaged in smoking crack. Our faces etched with anger and disappointment, we took in the scene playing out before us. Frustration and helplessness mixed within them as we witnessed our parents' ongoing destructive behavior.

I was in my room, the noises of the fight echoing through the house. Desperate to drown out the anger and shouting, i hid under my bedcovers, pulling the blanket tight over my head and clamping my hands over my ears. I trembled with fear and frustration, hoping that the blanket would somehow create a barrier between me and the chaos and pain unfolding outside 𝑚𝑦 room.

Merle scoffed "𝗬𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘆/𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵?! " Merle give our father a small shove while our father pushed Merle "𝗔𝗻𝗱? 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆! " Daryl stood up from the couch and approached our father "𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗶𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀! " Daryl punched our father in the face and it was no surprise that our father fought back, our mother immediately put the beer down to try and break off the fight

~𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞~