Dear Future Sister (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

♡ When I'm Free ♡

Did anyone wonder, what happened a week before that sweet hello? Before anything actually happened? Probably not. Becuase (Y/N) is un-noticed, she disappears but she disappears becuase she wants to be found. But nobody has found her yet, so shes alone. She hides in the basement, suffocating in her own pool of tears and broken promises. Two years of hiding it and she's lost it. The light welcomes her when the silhouette of her "father" towers over her, he had tugged at the beaded cord flicking on the spark of electricity. The fiery light tried to reach for her cowering body, trying to stroke her scars and mend them. But it could only reach so far. A shiver crawled down through her entire body, her damp hands crunching uncontrollably at the hem of her tear stained shirt. Dried and conceiving sandy textured splotches.

Her heart seemed to be pounding rapidly, soon a sudden pulse in her throbbing temples got louder. And louder.

'Stop it,'

It pulsed in cadence with her heart.

Louder.

'Stop it,'

It doesn't obey.

Louder.

"Stop it..."

She gasped, massaging the soft skin at her temples. But unlucky to see the silhouette not a silhouette but now a body materializing from the obscurity she kept quiet in.

'No no no no no... Please no I was talking to myself. Dont hurt me. I didn't mean it to come undone. I didn't mean myself to become none. Just no. Pleas-'

"The fuck you just say to me?"

He growled, his inky eyes boring down at her seemingly fragile, unkept body. She was trembling, seeming to want to melt into the thick crevices beneath her. And this time she wanted to disappear, to not be found. To never be found. To go away and be forgotten. To be lost in her own perfect world, to be the perfect girl. To be happy. Just be happy the teachers say. But she couldn't. A grin a day keeps the questions away. No sin to pay keeps the thoughts away. Maybe some gin that keeps the voices at bay. She lived by those three things till the age of 15. But no gin, nor grins could save her sins. And she was pummeled to the ground till something finally snapped.

A bone. It snapped in her contorted legs. A numbing scream rippled through her body soon reaching her mouth, she kept too quiet to not let it out. Her salty tears mixed with the trickling blood from her lips, cascading down chin, tickling her in a sensational way. Trembling she screamed louder, a blood curdling shreik echoed through the chasms of the basement and into the blue world. It received chills and rapid 911 calls.

"You fucking bitch!"

He screamed and round house kicked his now blood speckled shoes into her contracted stomach. Hearing a thud she didn't give in, not for a kick in the gut. Her body sore and tattered, her bone shattered she continued to scream.

'Ill scream til' my throat is raw you dick-winder!'

And soon the blaring lines came into play, flaring the pigmentations of the american flag: red, white and blue.

She gagged on the blood that trickled from her mouth, bubbling in her cauldron throat as her "father" sped towards the exit, dodging un-foreign objects still in scattered, disorganization.

And the defying, familiar thumping coursed through her body once more, her vision blurring into a vignette of black and white. Everything vague even though she was the star of it all. The hazy actions nearly in slow motion as the indistinct orders peirced the morning air, sweeping through the crowd of paramedics to the police receiving a struggling man in sterling cuffs. She couldn't take the overwhelming commotion. Everyone speeding past or in front of her, the neighbor's breath's hitching at the sight of her agonizingly warped body lying motionlessly against the rolling white cart. Now being marinated in the iron filled, crimson substance. She gasped at the blurred sunrise that loomed over the earth, surveying it's actions as it showed off the pastels and fuzzy clouds. That was before the darkness washed over her seemingly dead (E/C) eyes.