Lighting Struck, or Love Struck? (Midnight x Reader Version)

Chapter One: Where it Began

Italics = thoughts or flash backs

Ten years pasted since that day, the day I was not only physically scarred, but also mentally. After mysteriously being rescued I was nursed back to life by an older lady named, Porlyusica. In the records, however, I was brought to a local hospital and treated by the doctors there, and none of them was named Porlyusica. The doctors believe that because I was under heavy medication I must of have misheard the doctor's name, but that wasn't the case.

"I heard them... I know I did." My E/C eyes narrowed thoughtfully as I stared at myself from my dresser's mirror. I traced the zig-zag scar that ran from behind my back, across my left shoulder, and up my neck as it faded away on my cheek.

"Racer... Hoteye... Cobra... the older man, and the girl..." I closed my eyes, "Racer... Brought me to Porlyusica..." I told myself, as I did every day, to remind myself that the doctors in the hospital didn't save me, but the people who found me and Porlyusica, they are the people I owe my life to.

"Y/N? You up yet?" I glanced at the door where my mother's voice originated and a moment later the door cracked open, "Oh, so you are up. Make sure to hurry, or your breakfast will get cold." She informed me and I nodded curtly.

"Okay, thank you." I said softly and my mother lingered as her eyes looked at my scars remorsefully.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N..." She told me and I smiled softly, and I then walked over to her so I could embrace her.

"It's not your fault, I'm the one who got off the wrong bus stop." That's right, I wasn't abandoned like I first though, well, maybe by the bus driver since he didn't make sure I got off the right stop, but not by my mother.

My mother nodded and walked away, leaving me back to my thoughts. After the whole ordeal the school was sued for negligence and had to reimburse my mother for the hospital bills. Now I constantly have to go the therapy sessions, covered by the school, might I add. I sighed again and opened my dresser to grab my clothes. I slipped the silky shirt over my head, cotton being too rough on my scar filled back, before tugging my pants on. I brushed my H/C and thought about how I had changed a lot, now standing at five-five, I had S/C skin with a fit, yet slim figure.

    I applied a small amount of make-up, consisting of base makeup to cover the single lighting scar that reached my face and pale pink lip gloss. I was the type to not care about my looks too terribly so, only enough to avoid stares of pity for my scars, though not too many people didn't know about the girl who was hit by lighting when she was nine and survived, so I get the pity stares anyways. I left my room and closed the door behind me with a soft click. My bare feet met the cold wood of the hallway as I walked to the kitchen. Half way down I smelled the bacon my mom must have fried for me and walked a bit faster.

    "Good timing, they're still warm." My mom smiled at me and I grabbed my already prepared plate filled with bacon, the soft ones too, I hate bacon when it's hard.

    "So yummy..." I sighed with bliss and savored the greasily taste, but before I realized it my bacon filled plate became empty, a perfect reflector of how my stomach felt just then.

    "I know that look Y/N. Drink some water and let the food settle and you'll feel full soon." Mom told me in a knowing manor, that tone all mothers have.

    "I know..." I smiled softly, remembering what will also happen soon, "It's been ten full years now..." I started off, but my mom interjected before I could say what was on my mind.

    "You still believe in them don't you? The people you say found you." Mom frowned at my silence, "Y/N... The police found you out in the woods after someone called in saying they saw you out in the rain walking into the woods." She told me as she did each year on the anniversary of the day I survived.