Ahhh.
Coming home from a long day of school, I can't even feel my feet from running for so long from those slobs. Ha. There the ones calling me a slob. Guess they are jealous of my power! I walked up to the front door and sighed. I gotta be ready for the rest of the pain. It's like everyone hates me, but that is because they are jealous. Why are the kids at school jealous? They don't want to say. Why is my older sister and mom jealous? They don't want to say either. They just beat me until I'm basically useless. Either way, they don't care about me and I'm fine with that. I don't need them on my ass 24/7. I reached out for the door handle and twisted it, waiting for the monstrosity that was before me. I slowly walked into the house, trying to make as little noise as possible. Even if, no noise at all. Sadly, I always have to find a way to mess shit up. As I was talking off my shoes, I was holding on to a high stool that had some sort of vase on it and while I was wobbling around, trying to get my shoe off, the vase fell and shattered on the floor. 'Fuck me in the ass cuz I love Jesus...' I thought and held my breath. To my side view, I saw Sasha, who was sticking her head out from the kitchen while peeling a poatato also while eating some poatato chips. (Anime reference anyone?) She looked at me with a disgusted face.
"You dead boi." She mouthed to my and went back inside the kitchen. I knew I was dead. That was one of mom's favorite vases. And yet, I had to go out my way and break it. Welp, it was nice living for 17 years, see you in the afterlife in 3, 2, 1...
"(Y/N)! THAT BETTER NOT BE ONE OF MY VASES YOU LITTLE PEICE OF ASS!!!" She yelled while coming out of her room, down to where I was with a slipper. 'I'm fucked...' I stood there as she was across from me, looking at me with disband shock. "You fucking peice of shit. You broke one of my vases." She said and raised the slipper.
"Mom, I'm sorry." I cried. "I just couldn't keep my blance." Her eyes did not just read 'I'm angry as fuck', it read 'this ass whopping in gonna send you to hell my friend'.
"I don't want you pathetic sorry. Your clumsy ass broke one of my expensive vases. And you think a sorry will fix that?!" She said.
"But Mo-"
"DO YOU?!" She yelled in rage.
"No." I looked down to my bare, ashy feet. I felt her come closer and closer to me until I felt a big, hard slap on my arm. She hit my arm with the slipper while circling me.
"Do you think I have the money to replace that vase?"
"No." Another hard slap, but on my other arm.
"Are you gonna break another one of my vases?" Tears were in my eyes and started to fall. I didn't want to wipe them since I didn't want to move because I was scared if she was gonna slap me again. I then felt two finger on my chin. She took the end on my thin scarf and wiped the tears beofre slapping me. "Answer my question dammit."
"No." I put my head back down. She gave me one more slap before pushing me down to the ground, into the pile of glass shards. I felt some of the shards enter my skin.
"You better clean that shit up." She said before sighing and walking back to her bedroom. Sighing, I got up slowly and carefully so I could go to the kitchen to grab the dust pan. As I entered the kitchen, I felt Sasha looking at me. She then kissed her teeth at me.
"You're a real disappointment (Y/N)." I looked back to her, seeing her shake her head in disappointment. I kissed my teeth at her and went over to grab the dust pan. As I was alking back to the broken vase, I felt some sort of hot liquid on the back on my arm. I hissed and looked at Sasha, who was laughing. She had a spoon of hot oil and she splashed some on me. I didn't do anything but walked back to the broken vase and clean it up. Yep, hid is my normal lifestyle. Getting fucked up my people at school and my mom and sister. What about dad? Oh, that motheafucker left us and seriously, only God know where that bitch is. He could be dead and in Hell for all I know. He left us a few days after I was born. But I dont blame him. I would leave this house of hell as son as possible. But still being at school and 17 years old, I really dont know what the fuck to do. If I leave, I become homeless. If I stay, I get abused. Jesus Christ on a bike, going to holly mass, I don't know what the fuck to do. (Am I the only one who remembers Jack saying that?) In about a 2 minute span of time, I finshed cleaning up and I grabbed my school bag, filled with shit that won't help me in the furtue and went to the bathroom to remove the shards of glass that was in my skin. I wrapped parts of my arms and legs with a roll of bandage since they bleeding alot once I got the glass out. Sighing, I was finally done and was just about to go back to my room before looking at myslef in my mirror. I was in my school uniform, which was a white top and navy blue pants. And honestly, I looked like a boy and I didn't fucking care. I'm a tomboy for fuck's sake. The only thing that made me a girl was my black comfy scarf and (H/C) hair. "Oh (Y/N). Why do you have a scarf on when you live in the middle of FUCKING EGYPT?!" You're probably yelling. Well, for one, it's a light scarf, and two, I've always wore this scaf until it reached my nose since was little. No one except my family has seen my whole face and I'm fine with that. I bet they done even want to see it and I'm completely fine with that too. Some people in the past tried their hardest to get it off me, but failed. The scarf holds a dear place in my heart and I'm pretty sure no one is gonna see my whole face. Even when I'm on my death bed. I grabbed m bag from the side of the bathtub and walked t my room where I did my shitload of homework. About an hour later, I was finshed and Sasha called me for dinner. I grabbed my plate and headed back to my room to finsh homework and watch the popular kids play outside. The populars included Levi, or as I'm supposed to call him 'Heichou', Hanji, or the complete idiot who is always in a near death experience. Like now, she's hanging upside down from a high tree. Eren or suicidal freak as people call him, Mikasa, the quite girl our of all of them and Jean, or horse face. All them bully me at school, but I don't mind it when it comes to Levi. I might or might not have a thing for him. I mean, he soon cute! Hoe can one not like him? But I'm guess he like Hanji since they are always together. Anyways, it's already getting late. I put my plate in the sink and put my homework in my bag after jumping into PJ's and jumping into bed, thinking about Levi.
(AN: HELLO INTERNET! WELCOME TO GAME- Um, wrong place. ANYWAYS, WELCOME BACK OLD AND NEW FRIENDS! WELCOME TO MY SECOND MARKIPLIER X READER BOOK!! The first one is 'You Break Me'. If you haven't read it, go read it. But still, welcome one and all to another fucked up Journey with the one and only, Markiplier. But ANYWAYS
Thanks for reading,
And I'll see you,
In the next chapter.
BUH-BYE!!!
-Tasha.)
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King (Markiplier x reader)
FanfictionAll her life, (Y/N) was always known to be selfish. She would only care about herself. But it wasn't like that when she was younger. Younger (Y/N) was always aware about her surroundings. But as the years went by, and as she grew up, she found herse...
