•°*∆ѕσηɡ ɓίɾδ∆*°• (Bill cipher x reader)

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(your pov)

I hopped off the old red car and darted inside to my mother to tell her about the mysterious man.

when i got inside i witnessed my mother hunched over the trash can, she had a liquid running
down her mouth.

"m-mom what happened?!"

she hiccuped, pushing herself up from the trash can, wiping the tears streaming rapidly down
her cheeks and onto you shirt.

"Y-your father..h-he" she trailed off with a sobbed.

i frantically looked around the family kitchen for my dad. but all my eyes gazed upon was a card
Like paper on the floor, half of it in an envelope.

i picked up the check my father once held between his fingers, tears starting to brim my eyes,

the check was for 3 m i l l i o n dollars.

i gasped looking down at it in shock, my head felt like it would explode. i turned the card around, realizing there was a letter folded up and taped to the back. i ripped the frail paper off, opening it up quickly.

the letter read..

'To my beloved wife and daughter.

I am leaving. i have left money that i've been saving up little by little every paycheck i got. i have gone off to do some important business and i'm afraid i won't be coming back.

Please don't Come looking for me or call the police, they won't be able to find, i hope.
i wish we could meet again someday, but, that simply is impossible at this rate.

i hope you both know i love you with all my heart and never think i left the house without regretting it.

From:your father and husband.

i dropped the letter to the floor, hands shaking along with my body. i grasped my shirt were my heart was, it was throbbing with despair.

"d-daddy no,N-No dad come back!" i screamed in agony as i fall to the floor on my knees.

i looked behind to my mother, she was throwing up out of anxiety.

"m-mama.." i stuttered quietly, hugging her from behind tightly.

"tell daddy, to come back, Please!" i ended with a squake due to my young voice

my mom took her head out from the bin, turning around to look me in the eyes, and for some
reason, that moment was the first time my mom shot a flash of hate at me with her eyes, almost like daggers.

she turned around, facing her back to me as is stopped hugging her, backing away.

"he's not coming back.." she spoke.

i felt my body stopped,it was like there was a bubble growing inside my chest and it just burst. I inhaled and exhaled sharply, standing up and running upstairs to my bedroom.

I turned the corner of my bed, getting a sight of myself in the mirror.

Those eyes..

They were my father's eyes.

i felt the tears run out again as i crashed my self into my bed, wrapping myself inside the
comforting blankets warmly.

i never once despised this eye color of mine, i was proud of them. my mother's comments
about them made me feel special, but now. the image of the color in my head. It was burning
directly through my heart. and definitely was going to leave a permanent mark.

Using my aching voice, i sang the song my father would sing to me at night, sending me to sleep.

"Wake up.. Say good morning to that sleepy person lying next to you..

If there's no one there, then there's no one there, but at least the war is over..

It's us – yes, we're back again.., here to see you through, 'till the days end

And if the night comes.., and the night will come, well at least the war is over..

Lift your head and look out the window

Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go

Listen..The birds sing..Listen.. The bells ring..

All the living are dead, and the dead are all living

The war is over and we are beginning...

Gridlock on the parkway now, the television man is here to show you how..

The channel fades to snow, it's off to work you go, but at least the war is over..

...She's gone.., she left before you woke, as you ate last night.., neither of you spoke

Dishes, T.V., bed, the darkness filled with dread, but at least the war is over...-"

my singing was suddenly caught off as my head fell against my pillow, my eyes closed. the
tears stopped and my breathing went back to normal at a safe pattern.

"we were the perfect family.."

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(your mothers pov)

i slowly wobbled up the creaking stairs. as i made my way up i toppled to the ground, almost

falling with a thud but saved myself by gripping onto the stairs railing where it ended. i pushed myself up, walking slowly down the hall to my daughters room.

when i finally made it there i stopped once reaching the door and softly grasped the silver door knob, pushing the door open softly, making sure the other side didn't hit the wall.

i gazed upon my daughters small sleeping body, tears falling from my face again, seeing the

triangle necklace my husband gifted her before he left. i rested a hand on the end of her bed, then trailing it up while walking, resting my palm on her soft (h/vc) head of hair.

i furrowed my eyes, a sudden anger filling my system.

i took a fist of her hair in my hand, yanking it up, she woke, wide awake with a yelp.

she looked at me fearful. i smiled, but not a sweet one, she presented a face of terror.

"m-mommy what are you doing?" she was about to make me snap, acting like i was still even her mother.

i got close up to her face, i could feel her breath hitting mine, and then i broke, screaming into her small face.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ISN'T IT?YOU BRAT!"

'....we use to be the perfect family.."