Thomas Sangster Imagines (requests open)

Broken but fixed

Hey. This is gonna be really sad, but having a cute ending so, yeah. I just warned yah get on with you reading tho.

Y/n's POV:-

There were loud screams and noises I was traumatized of. For years.

My parents always have a massive fight, even for the smallest of things..

Unfortunately, I was the only daughter.
So all these years, I was kept locked, here while they were fighting. Fighting for ages!

I was sitting on the corner of my room, curtains shut, not allowing the light to come and light up the darkness that was filled in my room.. That's what I felt right now.

Tears, flowing like a rapid river down my stained cheeks, my legs, pushed towards my chest, arms wrapped around them, sobbing non stop.

Why am I given this horrible life? Do I really deserve this?!
I can't take this no more! I'm leaving..

I didn't know where exactly, but one thing was for sure. I wasn't coming back.

I tried to push myself up, balancing my own weigh, trying to stand up straight.

Once I've accomplished that, I walked to my bathroom.

I looked at the mirror. All I could see, was a broken me.

Tears, stained my pale cheeks, hair, a mess! bits stuck on the wet parts of my face.. Eyes, red and puffy.. Lips, hardly pink.

I was a mess.. A horrible, broken mess.
That could never be fixed.

I tried taking a quick shower, as soon as possible.. I didn't want to stay here, never again!

After taking a shower, I felt myself calm.. A little, but still shaking.

Screams were still heard.. I didn't want myself here longer, so I sped up,

Knowing mom will come barging in my room and ask me to come with her, then I'll be her punching bag, once again..

I still have the purple things on my arms.. From the last fight they had, not long ago. 2 days before, perhaps. But it doesn't matter, now that I'm leaving for good.

I took my backpack, stuffed some clothes inside and some undergarments, too. Same goes my other important things.

I was still in my towel, fixing my stuff up. Grabbing a small luggage, and doing the same procedure.

When I was done, I started to pick my black skinny jeans, white oversized v-neck t-shirt and my grey hoodie.
Then dressed up.

(Sorry, 'bout my style, you can change if you want to)

I fixed my hair, cause it was dry, actually not caring if it was messy or not. I just tied my h/c hair into a ponytail.

I sniffled and hurried for my bag and luggage.
Then rushed to the window.

I tore a piece of paper and took a pen, then started to write.

Dear Mom,

I don't know if you care, but I realized, That I no longer need any one of you. You and dad. I decided to live alone, am not telling you where I'm crashing, cause I don't want one of you two to get in the way of my future...
But thanks a lot for the first to the last happy years with the both of you..

—Y/N

I threw the pen away somewhere and placed the letter on my unfixed bed.