Your POV
I walked up to my door and went to unlock the door when i was stopped by seeing a paper on my door. I picked it up and looked at it.
Dearest (Y/n),
I want to let you know
Something that you need to know
So here I go
I love you like woe
You may not agree
But hear my plea
When I see you
I want to be with you
I know this is sudden
But I love you all of a sudden
So why won't you be the cheese to my wine
And be mine?
I looked at the paper amazed. Glancing around before I grabbed a piece of paper from my pocket. I wrote down my own message.
Who are you?
If you know me
Do i know you?
Please tell me
Or leave me be
I looked at it and sighed. I put the paper where the other was found and walked around to my back door. I walked in and decided to go take a bath. I trailed my clothes to my bathroom. I got in the warm relaxing tub and looked at my legs and chest. I had a few stitches here in there like Stein had. But only mine weren't self inflicted.
I sighed remembering how I got each and every one of them. The one on the back of my calf was when I was running from my damn step dad. I tripped and got caught on a barb wire fence. I looked at the other on the top of my thigh. It was when he threw me to the ground and stabbed me.
I wouldn't give him what he wanted so he decided to make it where i couldn't run from him for it. I looked at the one on my stomach. That was from when he cut me because i ended up mouthing off. The one on my chest was when he threw a vase at me because i refused to clean it out.
The last and final one was on my back. He got mad and threw me onto a giant nail used to hang farm equipment. That was the same day I found out i was a weapon. I ended up getting so mad that I got myself off and ran at him after my arm turned. I threw myself at him. I missed and he threw me on the streets because i was a so called freak to him.
My innocence has been gone for almost ten years now. I sighed and looked at the ceiling of my bathroom. I got out and went to my room. I put on a tank top and pajama pants. I crawled into bed with my hair up and sighed falling asleep.
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Poems (Stein X Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/n) is a new teacher at the DWMA. She rarely talks to anyone. At the age of 13 she was labeled as a Death Scythe. Even though she is her own meister. Lord Death sends her and Stein as partners on a mission. She gets hurt and realizes her feelings...
