A Living Hell? (Creepypasta Story)

the death of one

I ran home to see my mom angrily standing at the door. 'Dammit she's waiting.. fuck fuck fuck.' I walked to the door, just to be slapped by my mother. I looked at her with my eyes changing to a shade of red and blue. "Fuck you Kuro! I told you no leaving the house! You never do anything right, you worthless piece of shit!" She yelled in a harsh tone.

I opened the door and stepped inside as my mom follows. I know, why do I even put up with this crap? Well for one I'm only 12, two, I don't want to leave my friends, and three, dad told me that he would come back for me. My mom shuts the door and pins me to the wall. I could smell the alcohol mixed in her breath. Mom took a knife and grabbed my hair, pulling me into the back yard as she pushed me into the lake in our backyard. "M-mom help... Me... I...can't..can't swim!" I screamed, trying to swim up. I saw the rain turn to snow, as the sun faded away into a darkness, hoping someone would help me, but all light disappeared and the bubbles faded. Till all I saw was red and black.

~Three years later~

I opened my eyes, having the light blind me. The warmth of the sun heating up my pale, frozen skin. I lifted myself up, almost knocking into a guy wearing a link costume with blood coming out of his eyes. "Wh-where am I? I'm so cold.." I said shaking. "Hey sleeping beauty." the boy said, making me angry. "Watch it elf boy, don't wanna make me angry." I said smirking. "Hahaha, what could you do to me?" he said in a sarcastic tone. "Hahaha lots." I said, my eyes changing to a black and orange color. "Woah, nice trick there. How do your eyes change color?" the boy asked, making me giggle "'It's normally like this, for my eye to change." I said, trying to stand up. "Do you need help standing up?" The boy asked, concerned. But why I'm a stranger and he has nothing to gain? Why do people help others? Is it pity? Kindness? Or, for a reward? Maybe he's just kind. "Um I didn't catch your name little elf." I said out of curiosity. "Its..."