the dumping ground // one shots

living // one shot

warnings - swearing; insanity; suicide; non specific mental health problems; sexual abuse; neglect; murder

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ryan wants to stop living.

it is nothing out of the ordinary; he has been waiting to die ever since he was five years old. the year his sister became paralysed from his own doing.

that was one of the only truths hidden in his file. she fell out of a window all those years ago, but the thing is, his mother did not send him into care soon after.

if she did, it would have been a blessing in disguise. no, her punishment was forcing him to stay in the fucked up town they called home.

because no one cared about the people that lived near bakers street. there were too many screw ups and criminals to count, but the rent was cheap and that seemed to be enough for his mother.

ever since his father left them, she had been distant and cold. choosing to spend much needed money on a cheap bottle of whatever she could get her hands on.

ryan decided that it was up to him to get them basic necessities but he had no idea how to go about it. his young mind thought that wandering the streets would somehow help him come across some sort of treasure. surprisingly, he did.

and that was when he met her.

she was maybe a year or two older than him, but her dirty clothes and the sleeping bag she was sitting on told him that she did not have a home to go to. for a brief second, the two made eye contact and the girl found herself smiling at him.

"what's you're name?" she asked, voice raspy from lack of water.

"ryan," he muttered sheepishly, crossing his arms self consciously. he had never been very good at talking to people.

"d'you wanna be friends?" the girl asked bluntly; ryan looked away from her gaze.

"i've never been very good at making friends," he said, blushing heavily from embarrassment.

"well, i've never been very good at keeping them." she replied. ryan turned back to her and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"that's not a very good way of convincing someone to be friends with you," he said, though curiosity was eating away at him.

"it's not my fault, silly," she giggled out, "their mummies and daddies jus' don't want 'em to be friends with me."

she gained a crestfallen look in her eyes as she spoke, but perked back up when she realised ryan was still watching her.

"well," he started, "my mummy doesn't mind what i do; i'll be friends with you, and i won't ever go away."

she smiled at that, "you promise?"

little ryan held out his pinky finger for her to take and she wrapped her own around it happily.

"i promise."

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for years, ryan sat with the girl almost daily and they quickly became close. ryan wished he could bring her back to his house and give her the life she deserved, but his mother barely cared for her own children anyway - the task would be futile.