You where a mistake.
In a world full of beauty, of love, you where the one flaw. With every movement you managed to destroy something one held so dear.
"You're the reason I'll never be happy"
Simple words destroyed you. Being exposed to such hatred at such a young age, you had no other choice than to except that.
"You're in the way"
Always in the way. Even when you aren't there. Such a burden. If anything you should be thanking mommy for keeping you. A childs mind so innocent and unknowing will unwillingly mold into their parents expectations.
When mommy and daddy spilt they both worked nights and day to keep themselves safe. A child could only get in the way.
A mistake. You where a mistake. All you do is make mistakes.
Mommy hits you and makes you sleep outside. But it's okay. Because mommy loves you.
Daddy loves you too.
He doesn't want yo hit you but he needs to.
Because- because you did something bad. Because you deserved it.
Even when you've only helped clean and work till your small hands bleed, you must've done something wrong.
Of course a child would never be able to dectect why they are being treated so poorly. And with isolation, how is a child to know what being "poorly treated" would look like.
How is a child to know that family's don't have their children work night amd day to mantian a broken household.
When mommy and daddy spilt they both decided to keep the house. Living together was more reasonable to them. Even if it ment the sacrifice of abandoning their child to make the second bedroom into mommy's room.
But it's okay, mommy needs it more right?
"We love you"
"I love you"
"Mistake"
When your only friends are the abandoned cats scavenging the alleyways. How is such a young girl suppose to know about the evil people lurking the corners at night?
A small girl, defenseless, fragile. Alone at night.
Some people are worse than others. And with your luck....well...
One day the girl next to you was crying, the next day she would be lying on the ground with some sickness.
But you being so tiny and fragile. It was almost as if you where spared. Most girls had lost their innocence the first day. But you had only been beaten and...touched..
And of course, what good is a girl who didn't sell with the customers?
They couldn't simply, let you go. They feared you'd snitch on what happens.
So with the common sense of several drunk men, it was decided. They'd kill off any of the girls who didn't sell well.
But even a child with such little exposure to the world could tell what was happening.
As you where lead to the small dark room the strong scent of blood hit you. You could feel your heartbeat rising.
Panicked you begin biting down the the rope that bounded your wrist in front of you. The room seemed to spin faster and faster.
Then the rope snapped. With a sigh of relief you run to a beat up wall of the disgustingly rotten building. Throwing your self at it your arm began to sting in pain and swell. But you could hear the wall cracking.
As you went for the final push on the broken wall the collar if your shirt was grabbed.
As the collar was pulled back harder you could feel your body giving up.
Although it was obvious who ever had gripped onto you was heavily intoxicated you froze up in fear. Pushing yourself back against them you used your last remaining energy to knocked them down.
And with one last push you scurried onto your feet and smashed your whole body against the wall.
It broke and threw you out of the room. Now you lay motionless on the hard dirt.
Dirt....something you hadn't been exposed to in a long time. The stars...the moon... They seemed brighter that when you peeked out the holes of the wooden wall that kept you locked in.
This was it your chance. Grabbing a sharp piece of wood of the ground you ran up the man who had grabbed you. He still laid on the ground completely dazed.
Reaching for his keys your hands shook. His larger hand quickly grabbed a hold of your wrist squeezing it tightly. Once again scared you raised your other hand and plunged the sharp piece of wood down on the mans stomach. Again, again, and again.
Your (e/c) held so many emotions when you saw what you had done.
Fear, sadness, joy, disgust.
What if they came looking for you?
Now you are dead for sure.
Maybe your finally free at last?
Have you've become a monster?
So many thoughts ran through you head, but you quickly snapped out of it. You grabbed the knife and ran towards the door dodging the things being thrown at you.
When you made it out you where greeted by a tall man in black.
"Well anyone that survived the hell you've been through can surly handle being a maid." You looked up to see red eyes looking down at you.
"How would you like to work at the Phantomhive Manor?" He smiled a bit and picked up your small body.
You dropped your knife and looked at him. For some reason you felt you could trust him. You felt safe.
"Ok, please don't hurt me though." You whisper to him.
"Of course...."
"(Y/n)" you whisper before falling asleep in his grip.
When you woke up you found yourself in a clean room with a maid uniform in your closet.
"Here is the beginning of my new life now..." You silently whisper to yourself
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In case you where wondering this is some of your past. And you where also 10 in this chapter.
Ciel will hopefully come out in the next chapter!
Ciel: I better!
Me: MERCY PLEAZE
Ciel: =_=
Me: run away reader-chan
Anyways...I'll try to update soon! :)
*edited June 21 * ♡
「Edited February 16 (my birthday)」
