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

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-4 years later-

!!!Trigger Warning!!!

I sat comfortably on the silky sheets of (f/c), examining the beautiful crystal cupped in my hands, the box it came out of ripped open and discarded on the floor. I sat the jewel on my comforter, sliding my legs off the bed and picking up the thrown away gift box.

It was a normal tan box with transparent tape on the sides and bottom, the top section being sliced open with a kitchen knife. I looked inside the box and my eyes widened, there's a slip of golden paper tucked underneath the folds of the box. I tugged on it lightly, making sure it wouldn't rip apart.

Once I received the odd-looking material, I opened it up, reading the fine print. 'Happy birthday (y/n)~' i snickered, imagining a (handsome/Beautiful) (boy/girl) saying it to me while giving me the gift. The strange part about the paper was the creative handwriting though, was that the A's in happy birthday weren't A's, just triangles. I wondered who could have come up with that idea, writing triangles instead of A's.

Maybe when mother finally lets me go to school I'll try the technique out!... Still, I wondered who could've given me the strange gift, I mean, it was a diamond, and it looked real too. I found it at my doorstep yesterday, you see, yesterday was my birthday. The diamond was the only gift i got, my family didn't have much money, or should i say, my mother. We used to be pretty well off until my father left us, the images now very fuzzy in my head, almost as if someone tried to erase it.

Although,when my father left , i distinctly remember my father leaving us a few million dollars to fend off of. However, I've come up with the conclusion by now my mom has spent all or, most of the money on the alcoholic substances she gulps down every day.

I shiver, remembering yesterday when she hit me on the back with one of her empty bottles of alcohaul. My mother has been like this ever since my dad left us, she believes it was my fault he walked away from the family. I do sometimes wish i could go back to the days when i was 6, nothing was bad, everything seemed perfect in life. Just the thought of the memories warmed my cold, lonely mind. It also may seem disappointing of me, but i cant very clearly remember my father's face anymore, im 10 now, its been 4 years.. 'he could be dead.' the thought flashed in my mind suddenly. i sighed believing the voice as always.

maybe in the future, i can live peacefully in this house alone, without anyone, just me. i love this house so much. I couldn't imagine going anywhere else, even if I was blessed with all the money in the world, I still would not be able to take my hold off this old, rickety lodge.

i realized i was day dreaming and sat the small box down on my bed, beside the diamond. i lifted my hand up to my neck, grasping the small triangle charm in between my fingers. it was slightly rusted from when i would get it wet, and some of the paint has chipped off, it looked pretty rustic. However, i still loved it. my father gave it to me. Just as i was about to go back to sleep, i head footsteps struggling to get up the stairs, groggily. I suspected it was my mother, coming for me. I panicked and grabbed the diamond and box, putting it back inside quickly and shoving it into my closet.

Just as i sat back on my bed, my door was swung open and hit the wall with a thud, the lock on the knob getting stuck in a hole in the wall, from the many other times the door was pushed open with force. She wobbled to the end of my bed, her (h/c) being knotted up and dirty. i felt the smell of the alcohol hit my nose. i tried my best to act normal, not wanting a punishment. "Why aren't you dress yet, brat?!" she roared at me, pointing at my sweater with jeans. i gulped,running what i was about to say though my head millions of times, finding every possible outcome it could create. "i-i am d-dressed.." i said looking down, my mother didn't like to see my eyes, she hated them. "what did you say to me? don't talk back!" she barked at my stuttering form, i was prepared for a hit from her bottle or fist. she groaned, showing her yellow teeth. she pointed to my closet and i felt my blood run cold. 't-the diamond!!' "Put your dress on." she said bluntly "wai!-oh,um..Yes ma'am" i said, stopping myself from asking anything. she eyed my closet suspiciously, but then turns around to stand in the doorway "you better be ready in 15 minutes. got that, brat?" she said slamming my door shut. i winced at the sound.

I quickly locked my door and scurried to my closet doors, opening them. i picked up the only dress i had, looking at it, anyone could tell it wasn't anything special or
expensive. it had a navy blue strapped top, with a long skirt that had a striped pattern of white and grey. i slipped the dress on, then tying a white ribbon around mywaist. I put on some black Maryjanes, i had to admit, the shoes were not exactly my taste, but really none of my clothes were i grabbed the box that i had hidden in the closet and pushed it behind some hanging clothes. now your couldn't see it.

I walked out of my room and trotted down the stairs, the small heels on my shoes making littleclicking sounds against the wooden steps. when i finally made it down i looked around the small family home i knew. i couldn't find my mother anywhere. "ma'am?" i called out into the small room. "ma'am, i'm ready." i spoke again. "..m-mom .. are you there?" I hesitantly called out. i continued pacing around until my eyes fell onto a wooden framed photo , sitting on the small table beside the old, uncomfortable couch. it was a photo of my mom and me, with a man that looks alot like me, he must be my dad,"wow..we do have the same exact eye color.." i spoke softly . i don't ever remember seeing ths photo, was my mom hiding this somewhere and decided to take it out now? i smiled down at the photo. 'wow...' .... 'we don't resemble this once perfect family at all.' the thought was depressing but for some odd reason, i could still hear a voice telling me it would be okay, everything would be okay, i smiled again, deciding to trust it somewhat.

i started to place the old picture backup on the table, until i was startled by a sudden loud crashing of glass, breaking against a table. it echoed through the house. the surprising sound hurt my ears, causing me to dropped the photo frame by accident, it fell to the ground with a shatter. The frontal glass of the picture exploding out of it, a piece of broken glass had ripped my dad's body out of the paper photo, after getting caught on a shard. i toppled to the ground, making glass sink into my knees were i fell. i whimpered, opening my eye for a bit to see my mother standing at the kitchen counter, the top of a broken wine bottle in her right hand. she made that sound, she broke another bottle.

"What took you so long, you should be glad i don't--" her sentence came to a sudden stop as she eyed the broken pieces of glass, and ripped photo laying on the floor. her body started shaking and tears streamed down her eyes, "you..You did this!" she said wailing in terror, she pinned my left hand to the ground with one of hers swiftly, she punched me had in the face. "WHY WOULD YOU BREAK MY PHOTO?!?!" she questioned. i thought it might be over, than i saw she was eyeing my (e/c) orbs, her eyes were
sympathetic, but filled with rage as she picked up a large, knife like piece of glass. it had beenscattered beside her. she rose the sharp object above my head, i could feel my heart and mind stop in the process.

'she's not going to stab me right..?" i thought as tears brimmed my scared eyes. "WHY,WHY DO YOUR EYES HAVE TO LOOK JUST LIKE HIS!!???" she screeched out at me. she brought the glass down at my face, firmly gripping it in her fist. it pierced right through my left eyeball. the feeling stung about every nerve existing in my body, as i screamed out loudly in agony. my mother had finally snapped.

My eye now was useless, having a gross, hollow red gash coming from the middle of my iris. blood flowed down my cheek, tears coming out of my right eye at a rapid pace. "YOU ARE THE REASON HE LEFT. YOU HORRIBLE CHILD!!" she yelled out roughly. she stabbed out my right (e/c) eye as well. First, it was bulging, trying to get out of the glasses way, rejecting it. However, it then exploded, ripping it apart and blood dripping from it.

My vision was gone, everything was black, i screamed as i felt the tears stop streaming, my body hurt so bad, i wanted to run away but i couldn't."WHY WON'T THE THOUGHT OF HIM LEAVE MY MIND??!?!?!" she screamed out, gripping her hair and shaking the house. as she finished her sentence, i passed out on the floor from the blood loss.

I laid there helplessly as my mother got up, dropping the glass and walking to her room steadily. 'Nothing will ever get better for me..'