cold hearted... naj!nightmare x icemagic!reader...

Chapter 1

Everything is so valuable to them, why?

Everyone is so happy, why?

Everyone but me, why?

Why?

Why?

WHY?!

My thoughts ran and ran as the room gets colder and colder, the heat slowly fading as it disappears, the things that was scattered within the room turned frozen. Until, everything was like a frozen wonderland, and it all came from one source.

The girl with silver white hair with a small (f/c) ribbon tied with style, cold blank light blue eyes with dark blue streaks, a pale smooth skin, almost as white as snow, and lastly, a blue crystal-iced soul. And that girl, is named (y/n).

do I know who (y/n) is? Yeah, I do. Cause I'm (y/n) ... the girl with the soul of coldness, that no one could ever try to touch nor fix.

Let me tell you what I mean about 'fix'.

Years ago, I was born normal, a normal living being with the soul of compassion. Until one day, it all changed. During my growth after birth, I turned sickly, they say that I wasn't able to breathe, making me unable to cry, to eat and to live... I was dying.

My family begged for every doctor to help but no one could save me, it was then it came to a cruel some act. My mother lost herself, not letting anyone touch her nor talk unless if its about a chance of saving me, her one and first daughter.

"I want my baby to live! She needs to live! She's my daughter!" she yelled at her husband and banged onto the wall, making her hands bleed from such force she gave in.

My father couldn't do anything about her state, nor mine. He was upset and angered that he left his family and never came back, only saying to himself "she is not the woman that I used to love, she is not my wife that I used to care about, she is different from her, from (m/n)."

My mother prayed and begged, pleading that there would still be hope.

God heard her mournful cries and her broken soul, and so her begs were no longer heard from the night when one day, a letter was left at the bottom of the door, mother had high hopes and read the letter.

"a sacrifice must be done in order for my daughter to live and have a wonderful future." She spoke to herself as she quickly carried her sickly daughter, whose soul was chipped, bones were bare and breathing stopped.

On the mountain where monsters were sealed, the wizards' graves were planted upon, she chanted an unknown language as her wish slowly became true.

But to her surprise, her grief and greed had affected the child's soul, an once light green compassion turned into a pastel blue of iced coldness. Her child did not wail nor giggled, only staring blankly at her mother with her lightest of blue orbs.

"what have I done?" the mother muttered as she picked her small child up, cradling her in her arms, yet noticing, that the child doesn't have any warmth "doesn't matter... at least she's alive"

And so then, she raised the child, not knowing the consequences of what she has done.

Years later, the mother died from her daughter's touch, turning her into an ice statue and into mist, the child didn't cried nor was angered, instead, she felt nothing for what she has done and left the little village.

And that child was me, yes, I killed my own mother and yet, I didn't have a thought of feeling sorry or angered to myself in doing so. Its what fate brought her.

I've always wondered why do I even have to try? Why do I even have to live? Why do I even have to smile? Or why do I even have to feel such things as nothing?