Kidnapped by the Sidemen

. O N E / Beaten .

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*TRIGGERING CONTENT PROCEED WITH CAUTION <3*

*Skylar's POV*

I stood in the kitchen and washed the dishes, me, my mother, my father, and my younger brother, just got done with dinner and I was ordered to wash the dishes, I threw my food away, that I didn't eat, as usual. I proceeded to put all the cleaned off plates into the sink and I washed them, carefully, taking care not to miss a spot or my father would beat me. again.

I again, carefully dried off the plates and forks, and put them away in the cabinets, forks in the drawers, under the sink.

I walked out of the kitchen and saw my dad, mom, and brother cuddled on the couch watching netflix together, laughing. I angrily growled and slowly walked to the stairs and the floor made a creak, I looked over and my dad had already turned around and gave me angry look.

"Why don't you go clean some more, you slave?! You're fucking up our family time!!" He yelled at me.

I sighed  and said "Yes, sir."

He sheepishly smiled and pointed me upstairs and I ran up, to my room and quietly closed my door.

I walked backwards and fell onto my bed, and looked at my ceiling. "Why am I the hated kid? What the hell did I do to my parents? I was born into a hell house." I sighed to myself, feeling tears stream down my face, onto my black bedspread.

I sat up and wiped my tears away "You'll get out soon, I promise you," I heard a voice in my head encourage me.

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, my wallpaper was the one and only Seven Sidemen, I smiled at the sight of my reason to be here. Or, reasons, I should say.

It was half past eight and I had decided to clean the bathroom for my parents and brother,

I put my phone in the pocket of my maroon joggers and put my hair into a messy bun, while quietly walking out of my room, and down the hall to the bathroom, I walked in and grabbed the cleaning stuff out of under the sink and cleaned the whole bathroom, finding a razor blade I had used to hurt myself with before and poked my head out of the bathroom and made sure no one was around, and quietly shut the door as I walked back to the mirror and sink, With the blade in my hand.

I looked at my pale face and arms, in the large mirror, and lifted my white sweater, and looked at my fat stomach and pulled at the extra skin, crying in the process, and I saw my rolled up sleeves, I had a bunch of bracelets on, covering new and old scars and cuts, burns, all of my relapses.

I took the blade and glided it across my stomach a few times, and I watched as the blood dripped down, and I pulled my pants away quickly, as they were my favorite.

I stood, in my parents bathroom, and sliced away at my stomach and watched as I made a mess on the floor, with my own blood, as it stopped, I wiped the blood off my stomach with a red towel and cleaned off the floor, pulled my pants back and my sweater down, I looked at my phone and it was fifteen after ten at night. 

"Shit." I said quietly to myself, and quickly put the blade back after cleaning it off gently, and walked out of the bathroom and came face to face with my mother.

"Why were you in there so long Skylar?" She snapped, I sighed "I was cleaning. Dad told me to so I did."

She slapped me and pushed me towards my room. I rubbed my cheek softly and went into my room.