So, this is a short prequel to my Vincent x Scott fanfic called This wasn't supposed to happen. I guess you should read it first, or maybe after this.... I dunno :D this won't be too romantic, this might be even a bit depressing. But hey, I hope you still enjoy! :3
If you can't take feels, possible self-harming, loneliness, abusive parents... all that awful stuff... don't read this story.
Vincent's p.o.v
I was sitting in my room. I heard my parents argue about something downstairs but I just kept reading the book in my room. It probably wasn't anything important, parents just... argue sometimes. It was gonna be my sixth birthday in a few weeks, I was so excited! My parents had promised me that I could get a cat! I reaaally loved animals, especially cats. They were so cute, so fluffy! I couldn't wait!
I tiptoed downstairs and my mom gave me a warm smile "Hello sweetheart, where are you going?"
"Just out to the forest" I replied simply and smiled. My mom walked to me and kissed my forehead "Okay, please be careful dear. And have fun of course! Be back before lunchtime" my dad yelled a "See you later, son!" From the livingroom and I hurried outside. It was a beautiful, sunny day. I was wearing jeans and a purple hoodie since it wasn't that warm after all.
I ran around in the forest, having no idea what time it was. After some while I decided to head back home. It was about lunch time, or so I assumed. I heard police cars and sirens from the distance, assuming that they came from the town nearby. There was stuff happening all the time, wouldn't surprise me. I kept walking towards my home, not in a big rush. I saw my home from a distance. And suddenly everything went black.
Somebody... or something knocked me out.
I woke up.
Covered in blood.
Beaten up.
I coughed up blood and looked around to see my parents.
My dear parents I loved so much, laying on the floor, stab wounds everywhere. I got up shaking and started screaming and crying hysterically. Who could have done this?!
Police cars arrived, taking me away and telling me it's all gonna be fine. They took my parents to the hospital and took my three-year-old little sister somewhere. I was told that she was totally fine but I couldn't know for sure. I never saw her again.
They said my parents were going to make it. They said that I'll get to see them soon again. That we'd soon be a family again.
Lies.
All straight up lies.
I never believed anyone again. How could I? Everything I was told was always a lie. Nobody really cared about my feelings. I was just some kid who lost his parents. Just another number in the records. If I had died, nobody would have cared. I was sure of it. And I hated it.
-timeskip a few weeks-
I sat in my room. There was three other beds in the room as well as mine. I didn't want to be here. I didn't know anyone. All the other kids bullied me because of my purple hair and my white eyes. I hated them, I hated them so much! They had friends, I didn't. They had something I never did and never will... people who care. This place that they called 'Orphans home'... it was a hell for me. I hated it.
There were so many people bullying me. One of them almost drowned me into a toilet and cut my hair...
I wanted to kill him.
And I did.
So here's the first chapter. I did warn ya~ :'D But hey, i hope you like it anyways :3 I was suggested to write a prequel and well... I liked the idea ^w^
~Swolfia
