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Tamara X DEPRESSED!Reader: Just Forget About Me

Hello friends. Shit.....I haven't updated in a while. And already passed 17k?!? THANKS SO MUCH FOR THAT!! This is also a lovely request from -gayhee- , who is such a little smol bean and it would be great if you could check them out after this! Anyway......ENJOY!

Warning: Mentions of abuse and cussing (profanity)

Y/n's POV:

"YOU STUPID WORTHLESS *hic* PIECE OF SHIT! CAN'T YOU *hic* DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!" My drunken father yelled at me with venom filling each word.

"I didn't know which kind of beer you wanted me to get father, I'm sorry." I apologized, keeping my head and voice low.

"IT DOESN'T *hic* MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM AND DON'T COME OUT TILL MORNING! *hic* YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT YOUR FUCKING DINNER!!" 

I didn't want my dad seeing me cry, I could already feel the tears going down my swollen cheeks from when my father slapped me earlier. I ran up to my room so no one could see me as the weak girl I already am, passing my mother and two brothers who were looking at me with pity and sad eyes.

My father always does this whenever I make one simple mistake. For example, I went out to get to get him some beer tonight and didn't know which one to get, so I just got a random one and bought it with the rest of my money that I had. But my father apparently didn't like that one and starting yelling at me and slapped me, hard.

I know the reason why he's like this, it's because my two brothers, (b/n) and (y/b), have always beaten me in everything. Sports, in getting girls/boys, and fuck, they can even put on make up better than me. But there's only two things I great at, and that's photography and school grades. My father never liked that and thought they were 'a waste of time' for me. So in the result of wanting to continue to do them, he started to hate me and abuse me.

He loves my mother and brothers too much to ever think about hurting them, but when it comes to me, he hates me and doesn't love me. Just like what everyone else thinks about me, a freak and someone forgotten.

I ran into my bedroom and cried. I cried until my throat was tired of making loud sobs. The sobs echoed throughout my room and yet I could still hear my mother and father's loud yelling voices at each other downstairs.

Once I had finally calmed down enough, I got up from my spot where I sitting down and walked over to my desk where I held all my school supplies, including my sharp razors that I used for sewing my clothes overtime they were ruined either by my father or the bullies at school.

I picked my razor, looking into the razor to my ugly reflection of myself. (A/N: YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!!I DON'T MEAN IT!! ;-;)I would have thought to just see me, smiling and happy as a child before my father started to hate me. But instead, I saw a broken girl with puffy red eyes and a swollen red cheek, wet from the tears I shed.

I felt so alone, so unloved from this place I call my home. I could feel myself slipping away from both my life and my mind. Everything feels like a wave of sorrow coming over me and I'm the shipwreck underwater, drowning in my thoughts and sadness.

I bring the razor up to my wrist and started the normal cuts that I do everyday.

One slice: Idiotic

Another slice: Stupid

Another slice: Foolish

Another slice: Unloved

Another slice: Worthless

One last slice: Being the most ugly and unwanted person in the whole world, the one God didn't love (A/N: God loves us all, you are loved ❤️)