Voices Of Insanity [CreepyPasta's x Reader]

A Month's Time CHAPTER 2

  After your father died in a plane crash the reality of the situation hit and you couldn't take it. You ended up running away, you were able to avoid the authorities for a week. you got caught when you tried to take a candy bar from a convenient store. It's been a month since then, after you were taken to the police station they saw your arms and signs of abuse. They realized why you had run and didn't charge you with anything or contact your uncle. They simply gave you a warning.

Its been a month since the cops found me and placed me in foster care. What do I do now mom

Your lost in thought as a small rock finds its way to your forehead.

Ouch

You flinch a bit at the sudden impact but don't react.

"Hey freak...don't doze off during lunch"

Another rock hits you, this time dead in  between the eyes. Hysterical laughter breaks out around you, a tall boy around your age with light blonde hair and greenish blue eyes stands in the centre of the crowd. He pats a younger brown haired boy on the back, who you can clearly tell was throwing the rocks due to the small pile of pebbles he has in his left hand. The blonde boy walks up to you.

"You should be greatful we're sharing...ARE...food with the likes of you, don't waste it."

You ignore the tall boy comment and start fidgeting with a small spoon on the right of your plate, which is half eaten. The boy realizes your not listening and gets agitated.

" hey b!tch you listening to us!"

An older boy with a similar hair and features to the younger boy with the rocks storms up to you, grabbing your wrist. You look toward the floor, your h/c hair covering your face as he pulls you making you stand. Images of your uncle flash into your mind as you start to tremble.

"Let go of me" you say in a small whisper. As they look at you.

"Hey...what you say?" The blonde boy asks walking up to you. To realize that your shaking. He looks at you in astonishment, snickering and smirking not realizing your shaking from anger not fear.

" hey...you have no right to make requests" he states grabbing your wrist and pushing aside the older brown haired boy. "Look at you...your shaking...your pathetic"

"Just leave me be. I have done nothing to you." You state while still starring at the ground. Hiding face knowing it would only make things worse if they were to bring up your birth mark.

"Listen here...it doesn't matter if you have done nothing you ignored me and I don't like being ignored......now how about, you look at me!!"

The blonde boy grabs your chin forcing you to look at him dead in the eyes, but what he sees is much more then a stare. He sees a death glare that burns like a fire, engraving it's self in his mind and soul. He stares down at you surprised that you have Such a terrifying glare. Realizing he has loosened his grip and put his focus else were. You take the opportunity and slap away his hand from your chin with your one free hand and use the other one that's he is still gripping tight and slam his wrist onto the table with all your power, you hear a small crack as he releases you. You look down at him at he hunches over the table you were sitting at holding his wrist as his face contorts with pain, he looks up at you to see your left eye flash red through your h/l h/c hair for a single moment before you rush off. The two boys rush to the blonde only to have him yell at them.

"What are you doing you idiots?!Ignore me go get her!!"

The two brown haired boys run after you, Well one of the care takers aids the blonde boy.

Damn it y/n what were you thinking, your so dead if they catch you.
*exhales calmly*
You'll be fine so long as you avoid them for another month, just like when they found out about your birth mark. Damn it mom why did you half to disappear and why did dad half to go ahead and die.

You burry your head in arms as you curl up your legs. You slowly start to tear up and cry as you remember...that day.

1 month ago

"I-it's him" you stutter to your self as you look at the tv in utter shock.

"All the different flights but this is the one that had to go down...why"

Tears slowly start to stream down your face, as you think to yourself. You try to organize your jumbled thoughts.

W-what am I gonna do? Today I was suppose to escape this place and get away from him.

You slowly start to stumble backwards, until your back hits a wall. You turn and look at the stairs, then to the kitchen, then your uncle and then the door.

"I can make it" You mutter to your self as you rush up the stairs

Ok y/ n you have around 30-49 minutes to grab as much as you can then go....ok first bag.

You reach over and grab a large duffle bag and start filling it with clothe.

Now food, you need food and water

You rush down the stairs a quietly As possible, due to the rush though your attempt at being quite doesn't do much. You reach the fridge and grab as much bottled water as there is, then the small drawer under the sink. The food in the fridge was no where close to being edible so you turn to the small stash of canned food and cookies you hid. Stuffing them in the bag along with the water,clothes and other needed supplies. Your uncle starts to stir on the couch showing he's waking up. You zip up the bag, grab your shoes and coat as you break out the front door.

You did it y/n, you did it.

You think to your self as you rush to your bike and start riding to the nearest bus stop.