BEN Drowned x reader: Pathetic

Chapter 1

Warning!!!!! This story will cover subject like abuse, depression and suicide! Do not read if you are sensitive to this type of content

It was a dark and stormy day. Typical winter weather. Me and my younger sister, Ivy, were huddled up underneath a blanket watching Netflix.

Ivy didn't like these sorts of days. She couldn't play outside, which was her favourite thing to do. She was the light of my life. She's always happy, always positive. Some people may say that she's only happy because of her age (5), that's she ignorant to the world around her. But I think she will be happy for the rest of her life, and I shall make sure of that.

Me on the other-hand, was a very introverted person. I never really smiled anymore, I never am happy anyone. I drowned my sorrows out with video games and art. I am overall just a very negative person. Though I have a reason.

My father became an abusive man after the death of my mother. He woke up, went to 'work', go to the pub, come home really drunk and it all go down hill from there. I make sure Ivy never knew if what happens. She would often ask about the bruises and 'scratches' that I gained from the night before. I would always say that I 'accidentally' hit my arm or leg on something. She would always believe it.

A loud crash of thunder boomed. Ivy huddle into me, not liking the loud noise. I chuckled slightly "Dont worry, Ivy, I'll protect you, always". I gently kissed her on the forehead, gently rocking her. Another loud crash echoed through out the house, this time it was not thunder.

"Fuck! Father! I completely forgot the time" I thought aloud. Panic rushed through my body. I sprung up with Ivy still in my arms. I rushed towards her bedroom, hoping that I would make it time, to get her out of sight. It was too late. A drunken figure stood before us. I put Ivy down behind me, shielding her from any harm that was about to be conflicted.

"Why the fuck is SHE still up" the man slurred. "You dumb whore! Get a fucking grip!" . I could hear Ivy whimper from behind me. "I'm terribly sorry, father. I just lost track of time." I sput out, accidentally making sound sarcastic. I could see his anger boil over . I could see his eyes fill up with rage. "DONT SASS ME SLUT!!" He raged as he slapped me, making me trip over Ivy and fall.

He kicked me in the stomach repeatedly. I started to cough up blood. I heard a high pitch scream. The kicking stopped but I heard a loud thump which filled me with terror. I opened my eyes. My heart stopped. My whole body froze. My father was harming the only happiness I had left. He had kicked her to a wall, and started the same treatment he gave me. I saw her blood. I saw life drain from her eyes. I saw her breathing stop.

I slowly got up. I walked over to the kitchen. I found an old kitchen knife. I walked back. "Father" I spoke, completely monotone. "I have a surprise!" I smiled. The smile grew wider and wider with every step I took toward him. My steps got faster and faster until I was nose to nose with him. "What you dumb whore." He spat.
My smile got wider. "Night, night." I giggled as I plunged the knife deep into his throat.

Blood splattering across my face. I felt so alive! So free! Finally happy! My eyes wondered to my sister. Ivy. My light. My joy. My happiness. Dead. On the floor. I drop to my knees. Tears filling my eyes but a smile still present on my face. "Oh Ivy. I love you so much. I'm so sorry. I lied. I couldn't protect you..." I trailed off.

The sound of sirens filled my ears. 'Shit the neighbours must of heard.' I thought. With no thinking whatsoever I ran for the backdoor. Making my way towards to forest behind my house. I heard the cops shouting for me. I heard gun shots. I felt a sudden burst of pain in my shoulder. I screamed in pain but kept running in fear.

I ran for what felt like miles before I felt somewhat safe. Tiredness hit me. I stumbled to a stop by a tree and sat down. "Well if I wasn't fucked then, I'm definitely fucked now" I mumbled under my breath. " I'm going to die here". I felt tears roll down my face as I started to close my eyes.

"You don't have to die here." A voice echoed through my head. "I can help you.". I slightly opened my eyes. I chuckled at the proposal "You do not want to hang out with me sir. I'm a murder." . I saw a tall figure walk towards me. It was slender. Everything about it was slender.

When it got closer I could see it had no face. No mouth. No eyes. NOTHING! "You and I are the same. We both kill for pleasure. That's why I'm offering you help." The voice rang in my head. A wide smile stretched its way across my face. "What's the catch?". I didn't fear him. I felt insane. I might have been making a deal with the devil!

"The 'catch' is you must be loyal to me. You must kill for me. You would be a proxy" The voice echoed again. "If you were to take this offer up. I shall grant you immortality. Train you to become more powerful! Treat you like family!". I laughed slightly. Smiling widely once more.

"Looks like we have ourselves a deal then..."