To Broken To Trust Anymore (Sans X Broken! Reader) VERY SLOW UPDATES KIND OF BAD

Hard Life

Soon the word got around about Frisk and how they protected you. And later on you got abused a lot by your parents. They didn't care they wanted their son back. Just because you were the twin of him they still didn't care they always told you.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT HE'S GONE!!" They always got dunk and beat you and lowered your self-esteem you didn't really care anymore. So now your alone in middle school.

And now far more worst is that you were bullied. They would physically and mentally hurt you. Your grades soon started to drop no matter how much you tried.

The teachers didn't help you nor stopped the bullying. They would just turn away when it happened. They always say that the staff will stop it but they never did.

You had bruises all over you from and cuts from the bullies, your parents, or you...the self made ones were covered by wraps. You had the cuts on your arms and legs but covered those with your pants.

Your P.O.V

New day, new cuts and new bruises. I got up and changed with black pants and my sibling's sweater with my (fav. Color) shoes/boots/cosplay foot wear. Then grabbed my backpack from the corner of my room and walked to my room door.

I then opened my door to be greeted by a slap in the face. It sting like heck but did nothing. It's liked that every morning never changes.

"What are you doing?! I told you not to wear their sweater you batch!!" It was your mother. She used to be very sweet and loving and cared for both of you but now that they were gone she was now a batch.

"Are you even listening to me!?! Go take it off NOW!!!" You looked at her and slammed the door on her face. You then jumped out your window and then closed it. You were now off to your school.