Nothingness

The beginning

Small authors note: the beginning if this story will take place in the past. I'm going to dedicate the first two or three chapters to learning about the past of
Y/n so keep that in mind. Ok you can continue now ^•^

*Your 6 years old and your brother is 7*
"Y/n honey, y-you can come o-out now sweety." my mother called sweetly to me.
"No!!! D-daddy will h-hurt me..."i said while cowering farther into the many other clothes that hung inside the closet I hid inside of.
"Y/n Its ok, your brother and I are h-here." she whispered as I heard my brother sigh. I knew he hated seeing me so afraid. But I couldn't help it. Daddy hadn't hurt me yet but I know he will soon. I was afraid at any moment he would hurt me when I came out of my hiding spot after mama and brother were being 'punished'. I don't know why they get 'punished' but I know I don't wanna be.
"B-but I can't see you h-hurt... or I'll c-cry!" I said to them with tears ready to form in my eyes. I could feel them burning as tears want to fall onto the ground. I hate seeing them hurt, I can't help it but cry. Father never hurts me, just a slap on my cheek when he gets annoyed.
My mother sighs as I see the door start to open. "Come on Y/n, were done and we're fine. see? your brother is already standing up." She says while giving me a soft smile. I know I can't hold back the tears anymore. I know how my brother must be in so much pain, just to make me feel better, just to protect me. I run into my mother's arms and cry. My brother walks over and hugs me as my mother wraps her hands around us both. I see silent tears coming from my mother as I am quietly whimpering.
Out of the corner of my eye is see my father walk in and glare at me.
"Hmm....hey honey? Isn't Y/n's birthday coming up?" He asks my mother with an evil grin.
"Y-yes I believe so...why d-darling?" she replys as I am whimpering in her arms with my eyes shut tight. I knew feel my brothers heartbeat quicken and I had a feeling I knew what he was gonna say next.
"well.., I was thinking, she is getting older quick. AND for her birthday I don't want her to miss out on all the fun anymore. I mean, who doesn't like fun? Haha, anyways I was thinking sence she's turning 7, she can join in on all the fun." he told us as he laughed with his scary deep laugh and walked away.
I wanted to cry again because I didn't want to 'join the fun'. I was so scared that i ran into my bedroom and locked the door. I went into my closet and closed the door and found the little opening in the way on the left. It was like a side attic. It was the attic to the garage. I went inside and sat on my bean bag chair I had in there. When I was 5 my mother made a "safe place " in there and put a fridge with food and drinks, and chairs in there. There was also lots of books and a tv. I hid in there a lot when I was younger because my mother was scared he was going to punish me too. Father doesn't know about it. Only me, mother, and my brother Kyle.

I curled up on the chair and cried. I wasn't ready.
"I don't want to be 'punished'!! I'm not ready!! Is this...the beginning?"
I heard footsteps outside of the attic doorway and started to panic. "WHAT IF IT'S DAD!! MAYBE THEY TOLD HIM ABOUT THE HIDING SPOT!!" I thought as I ran behind the mini fridge to hide. I peaked my head out for a second and saw brother walking in. I started to calm down but I still didn't move. How did he get in? I locked my room door right? Maybe I didn't lock it properly...
"Y/n? I know your in here somewhere. It's only me, Kyle. Come out please, I want to talk." He said calmly. For a 10 year old he is really calm and mature. Maybe it's all his 'punishments'. I'm not sure though. I came out slowly and went over to sit on a bean bag chair and looked up at him as my eyes stopped making more tears. There was a tear still falling down my cheek but I didn't care. Then all of the sudden Kyle threw his arms around me and started crying. I was very surprised because he always held back tears around me. I hated him crying. I hugged him back and rubbed his back. That's what mama did for me. She would hug me and rub my back to make me feel better. I gently shush him and he calms down. I feel so suprized that he's acting like this. It's just he was fine one moment and the next he shattered. I hate to see him hurt, or crying. It's very rare he does it in front of me though.
"I'm so sorry sis, I wish you didn't have to live like this. I want to protect you. I don't want you to be punished like mom and I, I'm so sorry ..." He bursted out. It surprised me as I was having a train of thought. I didn't know what to say. all I could do is nod my head.
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"Its ok...its n-not your fault.." I managed to get out with difficulty.
he wasn't crying anymore which was good. We sat there hugging for what felt like hours. I didn't want to do anything else. But then I heard my name being called by mother. It sounded like she was right at the attic doorway. I look over and sure enough, there she is. I don't know if she heard anything but all I cared about was that hug. I slowly let go and Kyle backed up and sat on his knees wiping his eyes. I sat there and watched him wipe his eyes. I hate seeing him so vulnerable. He then suddenly stood up and went out the doorway. I hesitated and followed. Mother followed behind us and we got out the closet.