Love For Negativity [Nightmare! Sans x Female Reader]

It Got Worse

[Y/N]

I cried onto my pillow without any plan to stop.
I just got home from school, bringing results of imperfection home.
I always had a bad grade, even if I force myself to study I just couldn't.
I live with my mother, and she wasn't the best.
She wanted perfection, simply because I was her only child and a girl, they said a girl was supposed to be smart.
"You're a girl, you're supposed to be fuckin' smart! But what's this? AN F- ON EVERY RESULT?! YOU'RE A FUCKING FAILURE!"
Her cruel words stuck in my head, as if it kept on stabbing rapidly.
She had hit me on the arm, punched me, kicked me, many things. My frail and weak body endured it but until when it decided to stop?

I kept on crying.
Making my mother proud had been my purpose and reason to continue, but yet even with that much determination I still couldn't.
I was born as a failure, destined to be a failure, and always would be a failure.
There's nobody and nothing to comfort me, even my pillow that I cried onto felt uncomfortable.
It was like nothing wanted me, not even myself.

It felt like my body hated me, it kept on enduring all the pains that was given and blamed me for those.
My mind hated me, it kept on replaying all those bad memories, reminding me as the failure.

I was the reason father left.
Why? Because I was never planned.
I was a mistake, therefore I'm a failure.
I didn't think even death wanted, not even nothingness. I feel so WEAK! I wanted to break everything!

But then my crying was interrupted by the sound of my door opened harshly.
My mother glared at me, furious.
I glanced at her, trembling with fears and tears flowing from my eyes.

"I've had enough."

"W-what...?"

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH! My patience is gone, I can't afford to keep a mistake here any longer. I want you out of my house, now."

"W-what..? Mother.. —!"

She walked over to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the bed.

"MOTHER..! PLEASE DON'T!"

"NO, GET OUT!"

She dragged me out of my room heading to the outside door as I kept on begging to stay.

"PLEASE, MOTHER!! I PROMISE I WILL WORK ON BEING BETTER! I SWEAR I WILL NEVER GET A BAD GRADES ANYMORE!! PLEASE!! "

"You said the same thing EVERY SINGLE TIME!"

We both then arrived infront of the door, I begged on my knees crying uncontrollably.

"PLEASE MOTHER..!"
"GET OUT and NEVER COME BACK!"

She opened the door and yanked my arm pulling me along outside.
I screamed wanting to go back, but she slammed the door shut and locked it. I wanted to bash or break the door to get inside, but my body had given up.
I sat on the ground, crying uncontrollably.
Tears won't stop flowing, my voice kept on screaming, the stress increased.
I glanced at my surroundings, people were looking at me. But none bother to comfort or even got close.
They stared for a moment before resuming their daily life, not caring about this child who had just got kicked out from her house.

I got up slowly, trembling and still crying before walking away from what I once called my home.
I hugged myself, passing people who didn't bother to bat an eye.
I had no direction, no destination, no purpose. I was lost, none to guide me. I kept on walking, not caring where I would be gone to.
But who would care? Who would even think on finding me if I was lost? No one.