Why Would You Love Somebody Like Me? (Sans x Depressed!Reader)

The Fall

Y/n sat by her bed, in tears.
It was 1 in the morning.

Being an insomniac, she had frequent, and rather scarring night terrors, and she couldn't sleep.
Usually, the night terrors come due to an event, or a series of events at that.

And having these dreams for 12 years.. She had been through a lot. Tragic things, no human should ever have to experience.

Things such as torture, physical, mental, even sexual.
Things such as depression, she was covered in scars, some from abuse, and some from her own hand.
Things such as voices in her head, telling her to give up when she wakes up, and before she sleeps.

Or at least, attempts to sleep.

Tonight's nightmare had been one of the worst, by far.. It was longer, more vivid. Dreadful.

So by a force of habit, she takes her pocket knife out, which she keeps underneath her pillow.
She blinks back a few tears, but they still find a way out.

The cold, sharp blade finds its way onto her skin, and seeps into it, deep enough to draw blood. She trails it up her arm, pulls it out, and brings it back down for another one.

And she repeats the process, over and over..
Until her skin was barely visible.

She goes for another one, but...

BANG BANG BANG!

Her head whips around to her door. "W--What d-do you want..?!" She asks, choking back more tears.

BANG BANG BANG!

"P-please.. Leave me a-alone..!"

BANG BANG BANG!

She stays silent for a moment, and then a deep, angered voice rises from behind her bedroom door.

"Y/N! YOU HAD BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR, OR ELSE ILL HAVE TO KICK IT DOWN!"

Fear glosses her eyes, and she drops the knife, backing up against the wall, trembling.

Today was a bad day, more then usual, hadn't he had enough?

Suddenly, the door kisses the carpet and a loud THUD could be heard.

Tears kept coming, faster and faster, but no sound came out of her.

Her father walks towards her, a wide, devilish smirk plastered across his face. A lustful look in his eyes.

"N-no.. Please.."

He moves his hand in an upward motion, and Y/n stands up slowly. He suddenly forces her against the wall, roughly and without mercy.

She winces, and struggles a bit, attempting to get out of his grasp.

He chuckles, and leans over to hear ear, whispering.

"Now my dear, that's not how this works~"

The words made her shiver. He would say that every time, and for some reason, it always worked on her. She would always submit, due to a feeling of hopelessness.

She stands there, eyes closed and gone limp, and her father then bit down on her neck.

-mild lemon warning-

She does her best, not to make a sound. Until he bit down harder, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan. Definitely not in pleasure, but pain.