Danganronpa 2 x reader (pre-despair)

Chapter 21: a flash from the past

* Before anything starts, I wanna mention that this chapter is a flashback from a very very dark place in your life. It deals with multiple serious issues like abuse, cutting, pain, sorrow, etc. I don't want any of you to feel uncomfortable so that's why I'm putting a fair warning.

With that being said I also wanna mention that this chapter will be very vulgar. In all honesty, I've been (and still going though) depression and I know how hard it is. I've dealt with things like hating yourself, cutting, etc, but I'm trying to do better. If anyone feels this type of way or have had things happen like this before, please never be afraid to speak up. We all have voices for a reason. My dm's are always open for everyone. Please never feel ashamed or afraid of who you are.
This chapter will throw in a bit of my emotions along with the characters. It may be fucked up at times, and if you don't like it feel free to tell me. It's my last intention to hurt anyone. (I also wont be putting a lighter mood on this, so not much jokes will be present)

Thank you all for your time, and I hope you enjoy. I love every individual one of you guys. <3 (Btw song is happy by Marina and the diamonds. Yes I've used this song before but it's just so goD DAMN BEAUTIFUL I CANT)
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<~flashback~>
I was merely a child when it all went down. All hell broke loose when I was only 3, or at least that's as far as I could remember. My mother used to taunt me for not having a talent, for not being a special kid. She prayed and hoped I would get accepted into Hopes Peak Elementary so that she could practically show off her kid, but it never happened. Then she'd get even more pissed at me, telling me that I was a mistake to being with and that I'll never get anywhere in life. I was just your average basic toddler, hell I was fucking 3, the only talent I had then was to be potty trained. I remember how she used to yell to me that I wasn't good enough, and that she sees so many kids who will get somewhere in life, but with me she saw nothing but pure embarrassment and a pathetic mess before her. To "ease" her struggles with me, she would take it out on excessive alcohol and drugs. She would go out and gamble all the money we had, just to make herself feel somewhat better.
My father? He cared about as much as a dead rat. He had a job that would take him around the world, so he would regularly be gone. When he did get home, he was always in his office doing what he said was "work" but sometimes I thought it was just an excuse to get away from my mother and I. I'd really only see him when he had to drive me to work, or when he'd come downstairs to heat up his food, and then run back upstairs like the pussy he was.
When I was alone, I'd usually be in my room, playing with my toys that my father would bring back for me on his work vacations. My dead beat parents wouldn't come to check on me, worry about me, or give me the slightest bit of remorse. They wouldn't care if I was dead, I was only a mistake to them after all.

I don't exactly remember how but my parents managed to get me to become more than a lifeless toddler. One day they told me we were going on an adventure, to which I was happy about. Leaving the horrendous place that was my house was uplifting. They drove and drove, I even started to think they were gonna leave me alone in the middle of nowhere to get rid of me. But at last, I was brought to a sketchy building that had a simple logo that looked like an eye as the name. There was an point at the top and bottom, with a simple dot in the middle. We got out of our car, my dad picking me up in the process. They took me to a secretive room which you needed a keycard for. Surprisingly they had it.

I remember meeting him for the first time. He still looks the same now as he did before. Greasy grey hair that was slicked back, a receding hairline, bad posture, black suit, scruffy beard, and least we forget the rancid smell of alcohol.
I don't remember much of what he said, but it was something about "become more than what I bargained for" and "I was lovely for a three year old."