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.
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Thomas Sangster Imagines (requests open)
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